More on food and obesity

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I’ve never eaten at a Claim Jumpers restaurant, and thanks to this article I never will. That’s two days’ worth of calories they’re serving there. The baby back ribs are 8 times the calorie load of a KFC Double Down!

And that doesn’t include the sides.

As I mentioned in a previous post, posting calorie counts is a sensible thing to do, although the evidence that it has any effect is pretty iffy so far. Posting calorie counts like these ought to be law. The article makes it clear that doggie bags are expected, but do people know that they need to split the Whiskey-Apple Glazed Chicken into three separate meals (at least)?

Thing is, picking a restaurant or ordering from the menu is a tiny decision (except at fucking Claim Jumpers). By itself, no big deal. As a habit, it is a big deal.

But a lifetime is built out of all those tiny choices. Careers are built that way, and many people don’t look at these choices in a systematic way.

This ties in with the teaching article I posted about a while back: For a long time, people were convinced that very good teachers had this ineffable, unmeasurable thing called “talent”. They were “good teachers” and they seemed to spring from Zeus’s head fully formed. It’s only recently that researchers are making a strong push to truly analyze the behaviors of talented teachers to see what techniques they use. Once the behaviors are well understood, they can be taught to everyone.

Which ties into writing, too. I’ve posted before about how I think of writing “talent,” and I think it’s very much a teachable thing (at least to a certain degree).

All of these amount to making numerous tiny decisions: Which side to order? How to ask the students to pay attention? How to describe this characters? Each task comes with differing degrees of complexity, but there are smart choices to be made and unfortunate ones, and the unfortunate ones drag you down.

That’s why I spent a great deal of time studying other writers. I needed to get past my ideas what what worked/didn’t work and see through to the successful strategies.

With food, though, that’s extra hard. So many of the strategies I see are about changes people can’t make (such as moving to a walking-friendly neighborhood), can’t afford (join a gym, buy more veg), feel like punishment (did I mention the gym? And the veg?) and fly in the face of their own physical demands.

A lot of it seems to be anecdotal, too. Jared ate veggie sandwiches at Subway! Bill gave up all white food! I’d like to see a detailed, large-scale analysis of how people who succeeded in losing weight did it, without the moralizing.

Climate Change, Al Queda, Tater Tots

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School lunches declared “National Security Threat” by group of former military officials.

Instead of going after underfunded school lunch programs, they’d have more success legislating against food advertising aimed at kids.

Randomness for 4/17

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1) Hire an evil clown to stalk your child! Does this scream “Media hoax!” to anyone else?

2) This only needs one word: iPie.

3) Short hair is the new long hair.

4) Deleted

5) Automated online blackmail.

6) The internet was made for this: Betty White in a Metal Bikini Wielding a Flaming Chainsaw While Riding a John Ritter Centaur

7) The trustworthiness of beards. via pnh’s Sidelights.

Armbinder’s “Beating Obesity” and half-hearted measures

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Has everyone (with an interest in the subject) read Marc Ambinder’s “Beating Obesity” article in The Atlantic? He’s posted responses to some of the most common replies, but they’re only marginally interesting.

What is interesting to me, aside from the news that bariatric surgery often cures type 2 diabetes, sometimes immediately(!), is that the author acknowledges the tremendously difficult challenge the country faces, and basically admits that there are powerful cultural forces driving the rates of obesity of the last 30 years. (For the record, they’ve doubled.)

Armbinder himself was obese for a while, but a year ago, after trying and failing to lose weight in many different ways, he underwent bariatric surgery. To which I say: Damn. I’m older than him and over-weight myself, but would I take a one-half of one percent risk of dying on the operating table? Hell, no. I’d spend the thirty grand (with no insurance coverage) he paid on personal trainers (something I’m sure he did himself). It wouldn’t work, of course. It would never work. But five deaths out of a thousand? I hate those odds.

But the man had a problem. He tried to address it conventionally many times. It didn’t work. He went for the extreme solution. You can click on the link to see the change he’s had in a year.

Which is great for him! But the nation as a whole (and other developed nations as well) are facing their own intractible problem. Shame, tongue-clucking, “fitness initiatives” and the other half-measures don’t work. So what does he suggest? An extreme solution?

Well, no. Because he’s a political writer. He mentions the various solutions that advocates propose and talks about how they get in each other’s way. He looks at policy that can be implemented without too much fuss. He talks hopefully (barely hopefully) about Michelle Obama’s voluntary guidelines for agribusiness, about food labeling (which doesn’t work anyway), about subsidies for fruit and vegetables (since you’ll never be able to take away corn subsidies in this political environment), and zoning/public transportation changes (lemme know how that works out for you, I’ll be over here holding my breath).

But what we need is an end to food commercials aimed at kids. We need to stop subsidizing HFCS to the extent we currently do. We need to tax sugary drinks and monster portions at restaurants. And we can’t stop there.

As Ambinder says, all these solutions are additive. What’s more, even the “extreme” solutions I’m suggesting–solutions that would never make it through Congress or survive in the media–might not be extreme enough (“Free stomach stapling with every Wii Fit Plus!”). But can we see a way toward a solution, or is our political and cultural framework too timid? I’m afraid the answer looks to be “timid.”

Note: Whenever I (or anyone) talks about fat, people will inevitably comment about “self-indulgence,” “willpower,” “personal responsibility.” Don’t do that here. There’s a place for people to talk about the personal failings of fat people, and how those failing made them what they are. That place is called Everywhere, All The Time. For this post, I’m drawing a circle around the comment sections and asking people to take those discussions into their own spaces.

I’m off to the Museum of Flight with the fam today. Enjoy.

Randomness for 4/11

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1) Want Star Trek gear? A warehouse full of ST: The Experience props and costumes is up for auction.

2) Nicolas Cage’s Ugly Mansion. Eight pictures, each worse than the last. No, actually number four is the worst. This living room is a disaster, though.

3) These aren’t new, but maybe some folks haven’t seen them before: Recut move trailers that make kids movies seem like horror films, and horror films seem like domestic dramas. SCARY MARY is my favorite.

4) Businessinsider.com offers 15 charts about wealth and income inequality in America. Some of the charts have small text, but there’s a link beneath that’ll take you to a larger version. Also: Wow. via Ezra Klein.

5) One unfortunate way to express displeasure over medical advice.

6) “Who put these unpeeled grapes in my fruit bowl!” In which John Scalzi lives a blessed life–one he’s totally earned–and that’s a beautiful thing.

7) How to cook amazing mashed potatoes.

This is the kind of nice guy I am

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I’m going to give you a fantastic but easy apple gingerbread dessert for St. Paddy’s Day. Why? Because I care about you and your taste buds, that’s why.

Sherwood, you’ll want to skip right over this.

Preheat the oven to 350F. Core and peel a pound and a half of apples. Then slice them up into half-inch pieces and mix with 1 tsp cinnamon, 1 tsp lemon juice, 1/2 tsp lemon peal and spread it out in the bottom of a greased 8X8 inch baking pan.

Sift 1 and 1/4 cups of flour, 1 tsp ginger, 1/2 tsp cinnamon, 1/4 tsp salt, 1/4 tsp ground cloves into a small bowl. We generally use the dry powder ginger, although if you’re a purist who can’t abide the idea, you can peel and grate a tsp and a half of whole ginger and add it to the next bit.

In a large bowl, cream 1/4 cup of butter with 1/2 cup of sugar. I use the stand mixer for this. After they’re well-mixed, add one egg and 1/2 cup molasses. Not the black strap kind. Gross. Beat until smooth.

Finally, put 1/2 cup of water on to boil. When it’s bubbling strong, toss in 1/2 tsp baking soda.

Beat the molasses mixture, alternately adding the flour mixture and the boiling water. When it’s all mixed nicely, pour it over the apples and slide it into the oven. Bake for about 45 minutes or until a toothpick inserted in the center comes out clean, then cut into squares and serve warm with fresh-whipped cream.

It dirties a few bowls, but it’s so very worth it. It was even worth it back before we had the stand mixer and I had to cream the butter and sugar with a wooden spoon. My wife loves it and this year, because I’ll be day-jobbing during the day, she’ll be making it herself.

But that’s dessert. The main course will be reuben sandwiches; two years ago we realized we didn’t much care for the boiled potatoes and cabbage, only the leftovers the next day. Now we skip the meal I grew up eating every March 17 and went straight to the good stuff. Thank you, modern times, for helping us treat family traditions with the contempt they deserve.

Randomness for 2/24

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1) A Book by its Gorey Cover. And Part 2.

2) That Old Spice “I’m on a horse” commercial–and an interview with the guys who made it. CGI or no? via madrobins

3) The Brad Pitt Guy, part 4.

4) “It’s like MOBY DICK, right, but with a white dragon! I’d better get started on my ROBO-MEO AND POD-PERSON JULIET story, quick!

5) A restaurant dessert like no other. I don’t even know what most of this is, but I want it.

6) Twilight invades every aspect of our culture.

7) The Brad Pitt Guy, Part Last. With bonus note-arguing.

If I’m writing a post, then by definition it’s not bragging

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The V-Day tradition around here is heart-shaped food, and I have a bunch of little kitchen tchotchkes to make that easier–forms for pancakes and special cake pans and whatever. But no one around here likes cake, and my wife is more likely to ask for pear ginger scones for breakfast than pancakes.

Yeah, this post is mostly about food. Sherwood, you probably want to skip this one.

She got her scones, then left for work. I waved goodbye and hustled into the kitchen and got started on the “real” V-Day food.

I used a french bread recipe that makes a pretty big loaf (7 cups of flour–I have a scale but my recipes are still by volume). I split the dough into thirds and rolled them out flat. Into one third I laid chopped kalamata olives and pesto, the next sun-dried tomatoes, the last fancy parmesan grated fine and diced pepperoni. Then I rolled them back into loaves, braided them together and bent them into a heart shape. That’s what was waiting for her when she got home.

Here’s a picture of her (after a particularly tough day at work): Continue reading

Another interview with me

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Actually, this will probably be the last one, and it’s text rather than an audio file. It’s at Write On Online, and it was done by Debra Eckerling.

It’s a writing site, so there’s writing advice on there, for those who are interested in that sort of thing.

God, it’s been a weird day for me. Is it weird for you? I’m doing the preliminary work on Next Project and polishing Man Bites World, and I canceled our cable TV. It’s been a decent enough day, but I feel all disjointed.

Huh. I just realized that it’s 9:45. I woke at 4:20 this morning after an horrifying nightmare, and I forgot to eat. I’m going to make a bit of food, and then we’re going out. Keep the internet interesting while I’m gone, please.

Three things:

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First: Child of Fire is on the bestseller list for Mysterious Galaxy. Yay! Dear Internet, please bring me more news like that.

Second: My wife had a sleep study appointment tonight. We hired a babysitter, went out to dinner, I dropped her off at the room, then headed out to the bus stop to put my son to bed. Ten minutes before I arrived, at 9:15, my wife called to say the technician had called in sick and the study was cancelled. She had to take two buses home and this is not the first fuck up in scheduling this study.

Third: I forget the third thing. I’m tired. Good night. Oh wait! No I don’t! For dinner, we went to a German pub/restaurant and had spaetzle, fried pickles, a big fresh pretzel with sinus-clearing sweet hot mustard, pork with mushroom sauce, and other delicious things. I had two German beers (Kostritzer, which is a black lager and Radeberger Pils)–typically, I’m not a fan of lagers, pilsners and such, but these were really, really good.

Now I’m tired. Good night.