Good Morning, God
The cereals of my childhood. Wheaties! And Cheerios! I remember once we had 5 boxes of Cheerios open so I could send the box tops off for a Captain Midnight ruby decoder ring — or was it the Buck Rogers Venusian Alligator glow-in-the-dark ring?
I suppose, having gotten so much enjoyment out of the cereals of my childhood, it unkind of me to carp about their nutritional content — or lack of same.
Then along came Sugar Frosted Flakes and Lucky Charms and I let my children eat them. I think, God, that is what happens when families turn away from Grandmothers and toward Experts. Not that my grandmothers were saying anything. Of course, it is all relative. Artificial sweeteners are so bad that they are making sugar look almost good for us.
We are eating a lot of things that You didn’t create, God. It was Michael Pollan who observed that all traditional diets will support life. Our’s is NOT a traditional diet. Let’s see. What is the latest news. 4 cans of diet soda can increase a pregnant woman’s chances of having a premature baby by 80%.
Perhaps the problem isn’t so much Experts as Corporations. Profit making tends toward pandering. We love sweet stuff and so competition makes cereals sweeter. Hard to resist. Of course, our “food” manufacturers are pretty much the same companies that brought us cigarettes. Hmmm.
I think, God, that we might need a New Leviticus. At least a few more Prophets decrying Splenda?