Groceries Without Guilt
August 9, 2012
Kirsten Phillips is a wife, mom and campus minister with InterVarsity Christian Fellowship at the University of Arizona. You can read more of her thoughts on ministry, following Jesus and motherhood ... Read More
Confession: last night we had Hamburger Helper for dinner.
The hamburger part of the meal probably had pink slime in it and came from a cow given all kinds of antibiotics and hormones, fed an unnatural diet, and lived a horrible life. The pasta part of the meal had preservatives and white flour. Don't get me started on the little packet of "sauce and seasoning" that was added in. Not sure I want to know what is in that.
If you think I am a bit paranoid, well maybe I am, but every source of media that I consume seems to be telling me that what I am eating is wrong. Although the complete and full effect of such things are yet to be truly discovered, we are seeing more and more links between unnatural food sources and disease.
An accumulation of pesticides in the human body can lead to cancer, Alzheimer’s, Parkinson’s disease and reproductive disorders. Consuming large amounts of overly processed foods and preservatives has links to cancer, heart disease, obesity and just a general trend of malnutrition as we trade in real food for more and more artificial additives.
This information is flying towards me at rapid speed via friends’ blogs and status updates, my favorite TV shows, healthy living websites and even from my own common sense that can recognize that artificial food, chemicals and growth hormones should have no place in a healthy body or a healthy society or a healthy farm. Meal planning and grocery shopping has become the most anxiety-filled and depressing time of my week. My heart races. Feelings of frustration, helplessness, anger and panic dominate this would-be simple errand. I absolutely hate that I cannot afford to buy meat, eggs, milk and produce that come from a healthy agricultural system free of harmful pesticides and hormones.
Meal planning and grocery shopping has become the most anxiety-filled and depressing time of my week.
Regular ground beef is $4.00/lb., whereas organic is $9/lb. That jacks up the price of my hamburger helper meal quite a bit. Apples and bell peppers, two items with the highest pesticide residue, follow the same trend. It's $1.29 for a pound of regular apples and $2.99 for organic. It's 79 cents for a sweet pepper, $1.49 for an organic one. Studies show that sweet peppers have at least 50 different kinds of pesticide residue on them. Fifty.
You would think adding all these chemicals, hormones and additives would be more expensive than just plain old food.
You would think.
Can you see my dilemma? Can you feel my frustration?
I go back and forth between whether I should just cut meat out completely. Or cut out white flour completely. Or cut out refined sugar completely. Or just kill my whole family now since I am supposedly killing them slowly anyways. I feel utterly helpless to change the food industry in this country. I feel guilty for not making my own marinara sauce. I am in denial over the amount of frozen pizza and goldfish crackers we eat. For a short period of time I felt like an absolute goddess because I was managing to buy organic apples, the occasional free-range chicken and cheese that wasn't dyed orange; when that wasn't possible anymore I saw myself as a failure.
Eating healthy is important to me. Not getting cancer is important to me. But some other things are important to me that I am needing to remind myself of because I can't handle another Friday morning having a nervous breakdown in Fry's supermarket.
Those important things are these:
God didn't make us for food, God made food for us.
Secondly, my family is happy. Dinner time is so messy, so chaotic and so exhausting. But in between bites and swallows we are laughing and telling stories and connecting with one another.
Thirdly, God is bigger than food. Whenever I stress out because I think we should be eating less meat, or more meat, or no meat or fake meat, I remember that God didn't make us for food, God made food for us.
Lastly, I have friends and family to share with. In a day and age when the emotional and spiritual poverty is just as disastrous as diabetes and high blood pressure—I am so thankful that I have wonderful friends and family and neighbors and students with which to share a meal.
So I am going to continue to be dissatisfied with many of the health problems in our world and desire to change the way we relate to, purchase, grow, share, waste, poison and consume food. But I'm resolving not to let that hamper the joy I feel in making dinner for my loved ones every night. I am going to continue to bake my own bread and stay away as much as possible from unhealthy foods, but if what our budget allows for is something different I am resolving to simply be grateful that we have options.
So, I guess the real confession is not that I eat pink slime hamburger helper, but that I have nervous breakdowns at the supermarket.
I know there are lots of families and individuals who are also fighting the same internal and external battles that I am—let’s all be encouraged in knowing that food is not our god.
God has given me a great task in taking care of my body, and the bodies and bellies of my family and anyone else I serve food to, but ultimately God has much more to give us than grass fed beef, or beef at all, really.
God desires to give us blessings so that we may bless others.
God desires to give us salvation and freedom and peace.
God desires to give us life—abundantly.