Photo by Donna Turner Ruhlman.



About goddam time. Finally people are starting to make sense. Two pieces in the NYTimes were back to back on the “most emailed” list when I checked yesterday morning. The first, and most important, was Aaron Carroll’s piece on how to eat sensibly: Red Meat Is Not the Enemy. The entire reported essay can be summed up by a large study cited with this rather obvious conclusion: “Everything we eat is associated with both higher and lower rates of cancer.”

Ha! Take that, all you nutritional gurus.

I need to write that again: Everything we eat is associated with both higher and lower rates of cancer.

The author is a professor of pediatrics at Indiana University School of Medicine. He blogs on health research and policy.

His advice? Find a diet that works for you. And I hope it’s clear that the word “diet” does not refer to a weight-loss strategy. It refers to what, and the way, we eat. Be sensible. Treat your food like food, not medicine. Yes, some people really do need to lose weight. But if you start out eating sensibly, or I would even go so far as to say joyfully, you’ll never need to go on a weight reduction plan.

The other story, Fish Oil Pill Claims Not Supported by Research, is not really news (I wrote about it more than two years ago in a post called Snake Oil Pills), but it bears repeating because it shows exactly how idiotic we are. We spend a billion dollars on pills that have been proven to do exactly nothing.


Makes me think of Jim Gaffigan (two Frenchmen in dialogue): Zee Americans, zay are so stupid we could even sell zem water.

Zay aren’t THAT stupid.

Oh, yeeeeessss zay arrrrre.… We’ll tell them it’s from France.

Can we please listen to the poet and writer Charles Simic, also quoted in the Times yesterday in a review of two new books of his, The Life of Images (essays) and The Lunatic (poems):

“Sadness and good food are incompatible.… A paella, a choucroute garnie, a pot of tripes à la mode de Caen, and so many other dishes of peasant origin guarantee merriment. The best talk is around that table. Poetry and wisdom are its company. The true muses are cooks.”

That last line is going on a three-by-five note card above my desk.

The man knows food (not to mention its mirror subject, sex). I’m going to reread these voluptuous food poems to get out of this cranky mood I’m in.

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