Bread, Cheese, and Derangement
The Sunday Times - That’s no food allergy, just bad manners, by India Knight
But I do loathe the way in which people – usually women on a diet – turn something commonplace and understandable, such as not eating bread because it makes them fat, into a look-at-me-I’m-special, cod medical issue. If such people simply said, “I try not to eat bread because it turns me into the Michelin man”, everyone would be perfectly understanding. But that would be admitting to vanity, which won’t do: far better to pretend we actually have a condition.
I am carbohydrate-phobic myself: if I eat stodge I get fat. But the words “wheat allergy” have never passed my lips, because I don’t suddenly break out in welts and have difficulty breathing if I so much as glimpse a piece of Poilâne. If I go out to supper and my host serves bread-and-butter pudding, I eat a little of it because I am polite. I can’t think of anything ruder than being asked to dinner and faxing the host a great list of the things I will and won’t eat or of emitting great public wails of distress at the sight of potatoes.
Few people have such scruples: many consider it perfectly normal either to e-mail you their dietary requirements or to turn their nose up at food you have spent hours cooking. It drives me mad – particularly when people with real and serious conditions such as diabetes or Crohn’s disease never make a fuss and just quietly leave what they can’t eat without you even noticing.
Our attitude to food in this country is deranged. [M]illions of people invent allergies in the tragic hope of seeming as special as some little half-starved, half-mad Hollywood starlet (or of legitimising their borderline eating disorder)…
In other food news, it was also reported last week that the preponderance of peanut allergies may actually be caused by the government’s advice to avoid peanuts during pregnancy (a new one to me, I must say). An all-party House of Lords science and technology committee will next week recommend that this advice, which dates from 1998, is withdrawn immediately. “Evidence suggests that countries which expose young children to peanuts have much lower or nonexistent cases of peanut allergy,” a source told a London newspaper.
Honestly: no wonder every other person seems to have a bizarre, phobic, unnatural relationship with food. As I never tire of pointing out to pregnant friends who are longing for the odd glass of wine, our mothers’ generation smoked and drank their way through pregnancy with no extra folic acid and no adverse effects whatsoever – and ate peanuts, blue cheese and the rest.
But we have in the past 15 years or so chosen to decide, strangely, that not only is pregnancy a sort of illness, but that being alive itself is a sort of illness that must be self-diagnosed, self-medicated and self-cured.
It is unbelievably tiresome and very damaging: what used to be called “faddy eating”, which made everyone roll their eyes in exasperation, is well on the way to becoming the norm – and far from rolling our eyes, lots of people are applauding. We are fortunate to know so much about the food we eat and about the chemicals we should avoid. All that’s left is to tuck in like a normal person and have a little of everything in moderation.
ninme breaks into wild applause
September 24th, 2007 at 1:28 am
After spending the weekend converting the Red estate’s terrific crop of apples into pies, crumbles and chutneys, Mrs Red and I would never ever again speak to anyone who turned their noses up at what is some of the best grub of the entire year. (It was taking less than half an hour to get an apple from tree to cooling rack.)
September 24th, 2007 at 8:41 am
Augh!
So, refridgerated box technology has really come a long way in recent years…
Maybe I should replace the tip jar with an address to send regional food. Apple pies from you, meat pies from down under, RC2 can throw some gazpacho in a jar, a whole pig rotating on a spit probably from Half…
September 24th, 2007 at 10:59 am
It’s been a year since the last piggy. I’m ready.
September 25th, 2007 at 9:26 am
Pictures, pictures!
September 26th, 2007 at 8:55 am
For certain! First weekend after the cold snap.
September 27th, 2007 at 11:05 am
Hmm, is that when it’s traditional to put a whole pig in?
The only time I ever had a whole pig (I didn’t have the whole pig, obviously, but the whole pig was there to be had) was the only time we ever were away but not at family’s somewhere for Christmas, and we went to a luau in Maui for Christmas dinner.
September 28th, 2007 at 2:51 am
My Yorkshire cousins ended a wedding reception by serving a roast pig at midnight under a massive harvest moon. That was the wedding at which I saw an old bloke quietly loosen his bootlaces in order to make room for more beer. Very Yorkshire.
Roast pig a speciality at the Malvinas House, Half?
September 28th, 2007 at 9:36 am
It will be!
Bootlaces, huh? I’ll keep that in mind for later.