As a mom, I feel that providing good nutrition for my children is a top priority. The things that are in our food are not always safe and in some cases are downright dangerous. I feel that it is my responsibility to know what exactly it is that my baby is putting in her mouth. (You know, besides, the usual streamers, boardbooks and small objects) Today, let’s look at trans fat. To me this is the number one “do not consume” item on our food shelves today.
Trans fatty acids are created by forcing hydrogen through an oil at high temperatures, often with a metal catalyst, such as nickel and cadmium. (Wait aren’t those dangerous for the human body?) This causes the oils to solidify, yet they won’t break down, making them an ideal butter replacement in food products where you want a long shelf life.
This process is called hydrogenation. Partial hydrogenation is still hydrogenation. According to the FDA: “If the serving contains less than 0.5 gram (of trans fats) the content… shall be expressed as zero.” Now, let’s think about that. Imagine Bob and Fred, charged with labeling a new kind of salad dressing.
Bob: What should we list for the serving size?
Fred: I think 2 …
Yesterday, I was feeling that if there is such a thing as the anti-Midas touch, where instead of turning to gold, everything you touch blows up in your face, I had it. I more than I had it, it was created expressly with me in mind. I poured powdered sugar into the stand mixer and suddenly the kitchen had a fresh dusting of snow. I went to drain a can of tomatoes, and they all fell into the dirty sink. I tried to turn up the volume on the girls’ video and the button got stuck, nearly deafening the three of us. Showing them a video at all was making me feel pretty guilty. (The anti-Midas touch on my parenting.)
The icing on the cake (and not the one I was making the frosting for) was when I tried to play a parenting cd while cleaning the kitchen. We have been having trouble reaching one of our children. I had read the first part of this book and was excited to finish up with the cds. But, the cd wouldn’t work in the cd player. Then it wouldn’t work in my computer, Joey’s computer, or Matt’s computer. By the time I gave up on it, I had gone from frustrated, to annoyed, to angry, and ended at depressed. I was a failure. I couldn’t even play a cd. Everything I touched …