Dawn Is Me

See, this is why Michelle Obama is my hero — well, one of them, anyway:

Perhaps the most encouraging action so far has come from the East Wing, where Michelle Obama has been speaking out about the importance of real, fresh food, home cooking and gardening. By planting an organic garden on the White House lawn, she launched a thousand victory gardens (vegetables seed is suddenly in short supply), gave conniptions to the pesticide industry (which wrote urging her to use some of their “crop protection products” whether she needed them or not), and at a stroke raised the profile and prestige of real food in America.

You wouldn’t know it to listen to/look at me, but I’ve become something of a fresh food fanatic over the last three years or so.

I’m assuming it’s tough to tell because my spouse still hasn’t figured it out. I sometimes dread sending him out to buy things that my family is expected to eat because he rarely reads labels and, even when he does, he doesn’t seem to know what he’s looking for.

But, besides what happens in my kitchen, I care about food and food policy because of what I expect will be happening in my community later this year … along about November 3rd. More about that later.

Generally speaking, I frown on fanaticism. It expends a lot of energy in inefficient ways and usually accomplishes nothing except to make enemies out of those who really ought to be allies.

My view of food and food policy is relatively simple. Real people were intended by nature to eat real food.

When we don’t, bad things happen.

If we did, we could collectively solve all sorts of seemingly unrelated problems.

Not rocket science. Truly.