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Madness and Loveliness

 I’ve just finished this reading this…


Sheesh…just when I thought the human race couldn’t become any greedier or more stupid, this bombshell drops. It’s very science-based but also very readable. It also makes a lot of sense. Of course, I doubt anything will be done about the state of our major food manufacturing businesses (because all they care about is a) making ‘food’ in the cheapest and quickest way possible so they can b) make huge profits. Ironically, you can’t take money with you when you die, and eating a diet of UPF will ensure you die sooner and with more health problems than you should. Of course, the cynic in me wonders if the food giants are in cahoots with the pharmaceutical companies - ‘we’ll cock up people’s health with this crap, and you can make profits treating their health problems. Just don’t tell them they could sort out many of their health problems by eating proper food though, or our plans for world domination will be scuppered.’ Humans - greedy and stupid. We’ll reap what we’ve sown come the zombie apocalypse. 

It all makes me want to vomit. As did some of the food manufacturing processes that were described in this book. Eurgh….yack…and ptui. Read this if you want to shout, ‘Dear goodness me…NO!’ and ‘That’s DISGUSTING!’ out-loud, and make your peacefully sleeping puppy dog called Nell jump up and start barking because she thinks the house is being invaded.

I’m going to be even more eagle-eyed when it comes to what I eat now. 

On a more cheerful and life-affirming note, I can confirm there are at least four baby swallows in the laundry nest. They were all hanging their heads over the edge yesterday afternoon. Only a couple more weeks and they will be fledging. The nest box attached to the shed at the top of the garden is full of very noisy sparrow babies, like we haven’t got enough sparrows knocking around as it is. I rescued a fledging blackbird from the greenhouse the other day, for despite the doors being WIDE open, it was still trying to escape through the glass. And I’ve heard wrens, but not seen them. Little hedge ninjas, they are. We have a bumblebee nest half way up the courtyard steps. I am STILL having to warn Nell about not eating bees. Luckily, she hasn’t swallowed one yet, but I’ve had to rescue a couple of miner bees she’s dug up, and dry them off before sending them on their way.

We are enjoying a lovely spell of warm, dry and sunny weather at the moment. In fact, I have to go now and do some pot watering. I’ve just noticed my dill is wilting. 



Comments

Anonymous said…
Reading that makes one understand why it is important to keep you soil healthy and thereby your vegetables. Know thy butcher too!
KJ
4 June 2023 at 22:36
Denise said…
Absolutely. It’s horrific what is happening in world food production to the detriment of the planet. Talk about a species putting itself on the path to self-destruction. I’m glad I read it, because it gives me more control over my life, and I am grateful to be in the position to be able to do so. Small and local is the definitely the way to go, but that costs time and money which many people don’t have.
5 June 2023 at 08:43
Anonymous said…
You are of course right. We are lucky we can afford it. My question is can we afford not changing our ways including make real food available to all or are we as a society willing to carry the cross of seeing people suffer from food related deceased and pay the price via healthcare. I’ll step down from my soap box now.
KJ
7 June 2023 at 00:53
Denise said…
You carry on, KJ! Here, the good old NHS picks up the bill for people’s poor health choices. But then the good old NHS is crumbling before our eyes. I hope to goodness I can always carry on being responsible for, and looking after, my own health.
7 June 2023 at 06:58
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