I am not a fan of highly processed food, non-food as I describe it. We had very little of it when a child, jam, sugar, gravy browning, coffee, mustn’t forget ice cream:) We would eat some tinned food such as ham and tropical fruit, on the whole I was brought up on fresh food. That cannot be the whole reason I reject non-food, everyone else in the family were quite happy to adopt a certain amount of it over the years.
I forgave my sister, she went to boarding school very early in life and got her taste buds from mass cooking. My mother was never that bothered about food despite being such a great cook, it was just fuel to her.
I will eat mass produced food, with grumbles about after taste. Shopping in a supermarket takes me time, even if I am only purchasing a little. Every word of every pre-packaged item has to be scrutinised. For the ingredient list, the country of origin, before I get to the nutrient information and date.
Even with fresh one has to be careful, years ago I bought some strawberries and the punnet, in the fridge, got lost for some reason and not eaten. I pulled it out eventually and was about about to chuck it, after all it had been over a month since they had come home with me and were surely mouldy by then.
Not a bit of it. No mould anywhere!
I took them back and complained.
The young lad I spoke to didn’t understand my point
Nor the young manager called over to help.
Their argument being it was a bonus surely that they had not gone mouldy?
Mine, that strawberries are supposed to go mouldy so what had been done to them to stop this very natural ageing of the fruit.
We agreed to differ - when I suggested these fruit had been irradiated they looked so blank I gave up. They offered me some more strawberries I refused - why would I want more unnatural fruit? I took the refund and bought my fruit elsewhere.
Convenience foods, I see the point if one is rushed and harassed, I have tried the odd one every so often to see if they improved over time - on the whole they haven’t! I can rustle up a meal from scratch in the time it takes to use a ready meal if I need to.
I worry there are folk out there who do not realize how much they are being short changed. How a Bakewell tart with no almonds on the ingredient list is not actually a Bakewell tart. It is an over sweet something, filled with cheap shoddy, with no resemblance to the delight the original should be.
How the low % of a meat in a meat pie produces something which is not a meat pie, it is but a shadow of one, a meat flavoured pastry.
My main objection though is the after taste which always seems to be there at the end. Not that pleasurable after taste of a good meal, more a chemical sensation.
When I was studying Food Science at University I was constantly amazed at the tricks of the trade. Understanding what they are about does not mean I have to approve or enjoy them:)
Some of our food producers are beginning to improve, not from any conscious but from media a attention, rules from reluctant politicians and consumer pressure. I hear them on the Radio in the morning justifying their antics. I smile a trifle sourly.
I do eat processed food, with full knowledge of what they are. Baked beans, tinned tomatoes, coffee, custard powder,jam, marmalade, bought biscuits / cakes. The last come into the house because of visitors. My mother in her time enjoyed nearly all the processed food on offer and my sister has a a great fondness for may of them! I don’t understand it at all!
Since various illnesses, I find I am reduced to considering searching for some to help me. I have found a packet rice which contains rice and 2 flavours, rosemary and lemon, the others in the range I have rejected because the ‘boiled’ rice is awash with a list of substances as long as my hand. The same with other handy quick fixes.I know how they should be prepared and cooked but when I read the packets and tins there is nothing I can recognize.
I have the same problems with ‘canteen’ food - I actually mean overcooked meals, cooked before time and kept warm too long. There is an inherent nastiness in the taste, a lack of natural flavour. Away from home I relinquish, to a certain extent, my control and rights to decent food but I also pick my eating places carefully. They improve as the population become more discerning.
I am, I think, an embarrassing eating companion as I tend to grill the waiters or waitresses closely as to where or what the meats on the menu comer from, are cooked and is the chef any good!! pull them up if they advertise seasonal vegetables and then bring something which has never been grown in our climate in that particular season. I tell them off, politely, if their description of a dish is wrong - I may still enjoy the dish, but the description is wrong:) how will they know if they are not told?:)
I’m not so much of a pendent as I sound, well I don't think so. My friends may disagree:)
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