|Could this be the fruit of life?|
In regards to the diet I was raised on, I am way out side the box. Before my Mom eats a slice of toast, she slavers it with a thick layer of butter followed by another thick layer of jelly. Yum. Well, maybe not quite. It's rare for me to ever eat toast. This is, however, how my siblings and I were raised and is also how my mother was raised. She doesn't like the taste of olive oil and so never uses the stuff. With the Mediterranean Diet they are advocating at least 3 tablespoons a day. It will be a cold day in hell before she ever follows this diet. The only fish we had growing up was breaded fish sticks, sometimes baked, sometimes fried in butter (now how fricking healthy is that?).
We always ate butter. My grandmother used to make her own and believe me, it was very tasty. When she was finished churning, she would press it into little wooden molds. It was pretty to look at, of course no one knew how the fat content was slowly beginning to clog arteries.
|Pretty but deadly|
Anyway, a long time ago I gave up butter. I don't cook with it, I don't spread it on my bread, in fact, I don't even serve it to my guests when I throw a dinner party. This is not to say I won't eat a croissant every now and then, but that rarity is normal for me. Sadly, most people in the United States are not like me, they will stick with the foods they were raised with, even if their diet kills them early.