I'm going to have to stop watching documentaries.
Better quit reading books too.
Boys are very interested in what this guy is up to. Best nip that in the bud.
Knowledge is dangerous. Not in the "a little knowledge is a dangerous thing" sense, but in that some kinds of knowledge compel change. Inconvenient, question asking, paradigm shifting change.
Awhile ago I became convicted about how I was approaching purchasing our food. Always frugal, I got really interested in couponing. Coupons can be wonderful things-- manufacturers use them to encourage consumers to try products, and they can add up to quite a savings in the checkout line.
Not a thing wrong with that.
But when I go after a thing, I do it with gusto. The problem was never the slip of paper entitling me to 55 cents off a product, it was that cost came to loom larger than almost any other criteria when I selected the foods we'd be eating.
Not a lot of coupons for fresh spinach. Many many coupons are for convenience products, and I found myself in a cycle of buying them. Which was good, in a way, because the time and energy my pursuit of savings took up sure didn't leave much time for scratch cooking. And even though I knew I was bringing home lots of HFCS, sodium and other preservatives, getting two of a filling thing the boys would eat for 40 cents a pop Always. Won. Out.
We're a single income family. In the interest of having both a parent at home full time and a simple life, we've already cut a lot of the extras. We don't have cable or a latte a day habit. But we're starting to look hard at how we spend our food dollar. At local farmers. Asking what our beef has been eating before it comes to our plate. Looking at what changes we can really make.
I feel daunted. A lot will be changing in our kitchen, and maybe on our monthly budget spreadsheet too. But there's also some eagerness there, some excitement about putting our minds and money to what we've been learning. And that beats any lingering nostalgia I have for all I didn't used to know.