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Eating healthy is harder than you think
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With all the information there is out there it's difficult to tell what is actually healthy for you. - photo by Stock photo

My wife, kids, mama and a mess of doctors have strongly suggested that I try to eat healthy. But eating healthy is harder than most folks think.
So-called “healthy” information seems deliberately confusing. There’s more to it than simply eating less of this and more of that. There are dangerous things in some foods that are far worse for me than those causing me to gain a few pounds.
Organic foods only make sense, even though their prices can be outrageous. Fear of pesticides is not unwarranted. I don’t care if I weigh a trillion times more than the bugs pesticides eradicate. A little bit of poison can go a long way.
If we eat enough pesticide-laden foods, it’s going to take its toll.
When I was a high-school freshman, I wrote an essay for my general-science teacher in which I suggested the foods we’re eating might be causing health problems people didn’t have a century ago. I noted there were those who compared the average life expectancy a century ago to what it was in 1969. They said, “We’re living longer, so everything’s OK.”
No, it’s not OK.
As I predicted, there are more people with more types of cancers than 100 years ago. Yeah, the spoilers now say these cancers always have been around and were, perhaps, the causes of the higher mortality rates back then.
My teacher didn’t think so. She agreed with my cancer theory and my assertion regarding the increased number of kids born with autism or immune deficiencies. Heart attacks and strokes are more common, and they’re hitting folks at much earlier ages, I told her. I didn’t know my words would become a self-fulfilling prophecy.
Back then, I was (and still am) a conspiracy buff. I’m equally suspicious of big government and big business until I know the facts. Facts, though, are not always that easy to find.
Last year, I was told by a local farmer at the Hinesville Farmer’s Market that we only need to buy organic fruits and veggies if we actually eat the produce skin. Fruits like bananas, for example, don’t have to be organic. Ditto for corn and garden peas. I’ve learned through a number of online sources that bell peppers, grapes and greens are among those fruits and veggies you definitely want to buy organic.
They don’t tell you that at the supermarket. They want you to buy it just because it says it’s organic.
I laugh when I think about the term “free range” regarding livestock that’s supposed to be better for you because they roam free and aren’t shut up in cages or pens.
Those of us who hunt know that free-roaming wild turkeys and wild hogs are tasty but not as safe to eat as the penned-up domestic variety. Tom Turkey’s meat can be tough, and an old boar hog is best used as a wall trophy, not barbecue. Wild hogs often carry diseases too.
If I see it plainly written on the label, I won’t buy meats or dairy products made from animals injected with growth hormones and antibiotics. I don’t have a problem with a sick critter being treated with something to restore it to health, but I don’t want to eat a steak or pork chop laced with antibiotics.
Even before the above concerns, there were concerns about food dyes and preservatives in processed foods. Some food dyes are killers, so much so the Food and Drug Administration banned a bunch of them. Blue, red and yellow dyes are major culprits. Even though the FDA has banned their use in the United States, a lot of our processed foods now come from China.
Do you think the FDA inspects imports from China?
The same thing can be said of preservatives. Did you know breads used to go stale in two days? Something is keeping breads and processed meats fresh-looking for weeks — but is it safe, really?
If a study compared meats preserved with smoke and salt with those saturated with the stuff they’re putting in our hams and bacon today, the actual results might not get published. There’d be a risk of harming a giant food-processing corporation, and that would affect contributions to politicians or a government-oversight agency.
Maybe pesticides, growth hormones, antibiotics, food dyes and preservatives are causing an increase in the number of conspiracy buffs.

Email Murray at rmurray@coastalcourier.com.

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Tomatoes are terrific summertime treats
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Tomatoes are even good eaten raw, right after picking and a wash. - photo by Stock photo

Every day, twice a day I check my garden to see if I have any “maters” ripe and ready for picking. In less sophisticated parts of the country, this veggie-fruit is called a tomato, but I live in Georgia, so I call them maters.
I don’t even want to think about what Italian or Mexican cuisine would be like without maters, so I’ll just focus on how delicious they are fresh off the vine. I love a fresh sliced, homegrown mater with some fresh sliced, homegrown cukes.
That’s what folks in North Carolina call cucumbers. I lived there long enough to pick up some Tarheel lingo. Cukes are not to be confused with kooks, which can be contagious during political seasons.
Mater and cuke slices deserve a sprinkling of sea salt and cracked black pepper before eating by themselves or as a side dish with any Southern meal. They add character to everything. I especially like mine with fried chicken or pork barbecue.
Sometimes I’ll eat a mater, cuke and Vidalia onion salad with just a drizzle of ranch dressing. Salt and pepper too, of course. I first discovered this salad at K&W Cafeteria, a family restaurant chain based in Greensboro, North Carolina. They left out the Vidalias, though. I first found Vidalias included with maters and cukes on a salad bar in Georgia.
Fresh mater slices are pretty much mandatory on most sandwiches. A summer picnic with grilled hamburgers wouldn’t be the same without a large slice of beefeater mater. In fact, some of us enjoy a plain mater sandwich. Just add a little mayo, salt and pepper.
When I ate mater sandwiches as a kid, I figured we didn’t have any burgers, ham or bologna to put on our sandwiches. I quickly learned to love them and didn’t care if I had anything else to go with the mater slices.
Bacon? Well, that’s different. Bacon and maters were made for each other (with mayo, salt and pepper). You really don’t need lettuce, which has no nutritional value anyway. If you want a healthy BLT (if that’s possible), use spinach leaves in place of lettuce. If you’re really hungry, add a -pound grilled Angus beef patty with cheddar cheese (then throw away any notion of eating healthy). Rest assured a homegrown mater will blend its sweet-acidic flavors with these add-ons.
There are a variety of maters for the backyard gardener. This year I planted heirlooms and Burpee’s Big Boy hybrids as well as some cherry and grape maters. I also planted a yellow variety called Lemon Boy, which have a different but wonderful flavor. According to Prevention.com, red maters are slightly better for you than the yellow ones, mostly due to the extra Vitamin A and C. I like the yellow ones anyway.
I can’t tell the difference between cherry and grape maters, except that one tends to be a bit oblong. I prefer them to plum maters in a salad because plum maters are too big to eat whole. I’m not the only person to ever bite down on a plum mater, sending mater guts streaming across the table. I like roma maters though, which are really plum maters, only bigger. You have to slice them to eat them, which can save you an embarrassing moment.
In ancient times, folks thought maters were poisonous, maybe because the leaves of some varieties are poisonous. According to several online sources, maters originated in Central and South America and were taken into western North America and Europe by Spanish explorers. English explorers who first settled North Carolina’s coast brought with them a fear of maters that was prompted by the poison myth.
According to North Carolina’s barbecue history buff Bob Garner, drinks made with mater juice were consumed from a common drinking vessel at the time, the pewter mug. In those days, pewter mugs contained lead. The acid from the mater juice tended to leach lead from the mugs, which caused revelers to act like kooks (not cukes). This led folks to believe maters were poisonous. It was so strongly believed that eastern North Carolina barbecue sauce developed without maters, just a peppery vinegar.
I do like my maters, but I’m sort of glad they left them out of the eastern North Carolina barbecue sauce I also love. When I make summer visits to Wilbur’s BBQ in Goldsboro, I make sure I get a plate of homegrown, local maters to go with their delicious pork barbecue. The maters add character to their already-perfect barbecue.

Email Murray at rmurray@coastalcourier.com.

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