I call this site “Life after Carbs” because, of course, there were carbs in my diet at one time — bucket-loads of carbs, for years on end — and I’m sure that’s true for everyone reading this. In our culture, and in the vast majority of cultures around the world, you don’t start out eating a low-carb diet. Even the Inuit have flour and sugar, and diabetes and heart-disease.
Like most Americans of my generation, I once believed that carbs were my friend and that saturated fat was my enemy. It was a mind-set deeply held.
I remember an Easter Sunday early in our marriage. Anita and I were living in southern Indiana while I was in graduate school. We didn’t have time to drive home to Michigan for the holiday, so Anita set about cooking a special dinner for the two of us. The main dishes were to be leg-of-lamb and garlic-cheese scalloped potatoes.
The scalloped potatoes nearly end our marriage.
I observed that the ingredients included heavy cream and cheddar cheese, and suggested helpfully that 1% milk could be used instead of cream and the amount of cheese could be reduced. I was looking to reduce the fat. When Anita refused to alter the recipe, I got angry. At some point, I said, “What are you trying to do? Kill me with all that fat?”
(I may have left a word or two out of that quote. I like to run a clean blog.)
Anita has never forgotten this incident. Therefore, neither have I. Of course, the great irony is that I was concerned then about the cream and the cheese, and now it is the potatoes that I avoid.
No, “concerned” is not a strong enough word. I was terrified of the cream and cheese. I was convinced they were going to kill me.
What a way to ruin those healthy, innocent, starch-laden potatoes!
It took a long time for me to change that mind-set. At least I am free of it now.
If only the country were.