The majority of the things my mother taught me about nutrition were wrong.
FLASHBACK
It was the mid 80′s as I sat on a hideous yellow couch in our living room in Los Angeles. I unfolded the small personal tv dinner table by its legs in front of me while I waited for food to come. On the plate was my mother’s first attempt at healthy food. It contained beets.
“Eat it all!” she pleaded, “finish your beets!!”
I sensed frustration in her voice but I also felt that I was gagging on the beets. Something was calamitous to the palate existed in the purple slime. As I shoved the beets away I could hear my mother sigh. Before the beets my mother had tried to feed me the following foods.
- Quesadillas. A simple store bought tortilla with melted white cheese inside.
- Tortillas with cheese on them and beans and covered in ketchup.
- Chilaquiles. Fried tortillas stuffed with cheese and covered in tomato sauce and sour cream
- English Tea cookies with coffee
- McDonald’s Happy Meals!
