A friend recently commented on the prevalence of obesity in our society. He said that growing up he randomly saw fat people. Now it’s the norm. He’s right. In the past 30 years, adult obesity rates have doubled. While we might expect adults to put on extra weight as they age, it is childhood obesity that is hard to ignore. The Centers for Disease Control and Prevention report on their website that childhood obesity rates have more than tripled in the last 30 years. At this rate, by 2030 most Americans will be fat.

A few days ago Jeff gave a speech in Connecticut. When Jeff goes on the road for business, the kids and I usually stay home. Not this time. When he inquired about transportation, the person in charge said, “I’ll fly down and pick you up in my plane.” Since there’s room, Clancy, Maggie, Clara and I tag along. We don’t check bags with TSA or go through airport security, but simply meet our friend and pilot on the tarmac. Once aboard the Turbo-Prop, we help ourselves to the seats—there are four of them, not including the two seats in the cockpit.

Next week our country will elect a president. But there are important issues to vote on as well. Californians will vote on an issue that affects us all: food labeling laws. Proposition 37 on the California ballot would require food companies to identify whether or not their food products contain genetically modified organisms (GMOs). A GMO is an experimental plant or animal that has been genetically engineered in a laboratory with DNA of other plants, animals, bacteria and viruses.

Summer is an island, surrounded by sunshine and freedom. It is freedom from coats and boots, from school schedules and study, from darkness and cold. I love waking up early on a summer morning, the sun already up or daylight lasting until bedtime. To me, summer is warm nights with fireflies and hot days interrupted by thunderstorms and the smell of dust rising up from the rain.

When I think of summer, I think of tomatoes. The sweet and tangy flavor of a homegrown tomato is a summer treat worth waiting for. Tomatoes are a sun-loving vegetable, and a gardener must endure the scorching rays of summer to reap her reward. I stopped purchasing store bought tomatoes some time ago simply because they have no flavor. (Call me crazy, but I want a tomato that tastes like a tomato—not like cardboard.) So when I taste my first tomato of the season, I’m in heaven—tomato heaven! Now let me tell you about Tomatoland. It’s a must read book. In Barry Estabrook’s book, Tomatoland: How Modern Industrial Agriculture Destroyed Our Most Alluring Fruit, we learn the ugly truth about the tomato industry—especially Florida’s tomato industry.

A while back my 15-year-old son Tennyson wrote a compelling essay on global warming, which I featured as a blog post. Not everyone agreed with him and some adults wrote me to say that my son, while well meaning, was just misinformed. In other words, global warming is a non-issue. Well, Tennyson has written a response. Here it is.

GOING, GOING... GREEN
by
Tennyson Benedict

When it comes to global warming, there are two schools of thought. Some believe that human consumption of fossil fuels contributes to global warming. Others argue that human behavior has nothing to do with global warming. Those in the latter camp site research claiming that our planet goes through periods of heating and cooling. “We also need not worry about environmental calamities… Earth has been much warmer during the past 3000 years with no calamities,” claims one recent study. Be that as it may, there are still good reasons for us to cut down our use of non-reusable energy sources and try to find renewable sources of energy.

Have you ever wondered what a fundraiser is like for a presidential candidate?  Jeff and I were invited to a couple fundraisers for Mitt Romney last week.   The fundraisers were back-to-back on the same afternoon.  A photographer working at the events informed us that Mitt had four such events that day and six the following day.

When I was a kid, I had a neighbor named Jan. She offered my mother work sewing for her newly created backpack company. My mom wasn't a career minded woman, but she's a talented seamstress and sewing is in her blood: her great, great-grandmother sewed for the king of Denmark. Although working for a king wasn't in her cards, perhaps my mother could have used her skills in the fashion world sewing for a company like Calvin Klein. Instead she added a Juki, an industrial size power sewing machine, to our little house and started making backpacks. I still remember spending hours beside my mother stringing elastic through the casing of waterproof backpack covers for JanSport.

It's not uncommon for city folks to retreat to the country for rest and relaxation from the hustle and bustle of city life. Conversely, I look forward to trips to the city as a change of pace from country life. This past week was a pace-changer for me when I accompanied Jeff on a business trip to Southport, Connecticut and New York City. The funny thing is that while the pace felt different – muck boots vs. heels will do that to you—the long hours were about the same. While I was still exhausted at the end of each day, attending speeches, meetings, and the theatre were a welcome break from schooling, cooking, and refereeing—and I'm not talking about basketball.

Too often we Americans make our food choices for the wrong reasons.  We choose convenience over nutrition, cheap instead of safe.  And the mileage on any given food product rarely weighs into our purchases.  Furthermore, Americans increasingly make their food choices to satisfy their never-ending appetite for sugar and caffeine.  When it comes to food, there seems to be a new American motto: Fill the belly, spare the wallet.

This motto, thanks to our food industry, can now be achieved.  Today, Americans spend less of their discretionary money on food than just a couple of generations ago.  This means that proportionally speaking, food is cheaper than ever.  How can feeding our families and ourselves take a smaller percentage of our income than it did for our grandparents?  Keep in mind that cheap food refers to the sticker price. Just as a television’s sticker price doesn’t include the satellite or cable service required to watch TV, neither does the sticker price on food include the price our health or our environment pays.  

My 15-year-old son recently wrote an essay for school on a topic of his choosing.  Since our family moved to Virginia and changed the way we eat and live, Tennyson has not only embraced this lifestyle, but also educated himself by reading everything from husbandry books to Omnivore’s Dilemma.   After working through several drafts of his paper, Tennyson is ready for his first by-line.  So instead of hearing from me this month, please read my first guest blog by Tennyson Benedict.