It was Jonah's birthday last week. Before school, we drove to Dunkin' Donuts and I got 20 of the goopiest, spongiest, slurpiest donuts that you could possibly imagine. None of the ingredients were found in nature. When you take a bite of those babies, they are so soft that chewing is optional, but the grit of the sugar stays in your mouth for a while. You need a Coolatta to wash it down. How many weight watcher points is that?
At Ian's school, we were given a list of the appropriate foods to bring in for birthdays. They included carrot sticks, rice cakes, and air popped popcorn.
I honestly don't give a crap if my kids get donuts in school. They don't get a lot of sweets at home. They are so skinny that I have to buy shorts with those adjustable waist rubber bands. But this donut thing is a big deal for some of my friends and it has erupted into a frenzy in school districts around the country.
I am huge sucker for farmers markets and organically grown food. I spent a long time yesterday thinking about starting my own vineyard after reading this article. However, the foodies have to prevent themselves from being Food Nazis. Dowd talks about how the Obamas are having a tough time walking that line.