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Whole Foods Announces Gmo Labeling Policy

09 March 2013 - 05:12 PM

Somebody out there loves us :)


From Huffington Post:



Whole Foods has announced that by 2018, all products in U.S. and Canada stores must be labeled if they contain genetically modified organisms (GMOs). This is the first national grocery store to set a deadline from GMO labeling.

A Day Trip (Sometimes I Need To Tell A Story)

26 February 2013 - 07:28 PM

An Outing Story  (every now and then I feel a need to tell a story - some of you may too, and I would be delighted to read them)

Hubs and I went on a Probus-organized bus trip yesterday (amazing what old folks will do for 'entertainment' :) )  Bus was driven by one of the members (supposed to be a 'pro' ) and it turned out to be a used-import bus from Japan which was brought down from Napier after the earthquake (probably millions of kilometers in Tokyo, with very narrow () no-armrest, no-contour seats (think cozy but not comfortable), certainly no luxury coach and under most circumstances something you would not want to travel more than five miles in.  We had to cross State Highway 1, main north-south road (two-lane, uncontrolled crossing) and I said to hubs - even though we were going to the mountains (foothills)  - that this was probably the most dangerous part of the trip.  Wrong!!!!

"Tom" had not driven this bus before and about halfway through the trip finally got familiar with the gearbox.  But it turned out Tom did not know where he was going.  Neither did Paul, who had organized the trip.  I did, because that's where I grew up (the only reason I decided to go on the trip - well, also hubs didn't want to go by himself.)  So we missed the first place we were going to visit but I shouted out and he braked hard and the car following (bus wasn't big enough for all) nearly slammed into the rear of us :rolleyes: .  Tom started backing up and the other driver hastened!!! to get out of his way.  We did about a ten-point turn with the bus on the narrow two-lane road and eventually made our destination for the traditional Kiwi "feed" called morning tea.  Scones with whipped cream and raspberry jam, other cream cakes, pikelets (I dunno what all because I just passed by and had some OJ).

After a tour of the gardens and a little talk about the farm (I filled in some gaps) it was on to the next "run" as sheep stations are called in these parts, for lunch.  I said to hubs, I hope Paul gets his act together because we are almost there, but no so I hollered as loud as I can holler these days with my impaired voice, and Tom slammed on the brakes again, with same result as last time :blink: , although this time he could back up a little and make it.  We were directed first into the house for lunch!!! out on the lawn (about 1 hr. after morning tea.)  Hubs had said he was going to "wing" the food and eat what he felt was safe, but I made us a couple of ham and swiss filled rolls because I was definitely not "winging it".  Turns out lunch on offer was  - make-your-own filled rolls with ham and swiss (only ours were better - and we we did supplement with a few of their extras).  So I was able to successfully follow gluten-free eating rule three - when taking food to a venue, try to match what is going to be served :D .  WIN!! for me.  Later, trays of cake and chocolate rumballs were presented, but we had our own little goodies, equally as nice.

I know the couple who have the "run", having babysat the husband (aged 6) on a summer vacation at a beachhouse, along with his siblings, when I was about 15, while his mom bonded with a new baby, and having contributed to a book about the area his wife co-edited a few years ago.  He hates to be reminded of this, but during this vacation he said he wanted to tell me something, and I leaned in and he whispered, "I'm going to marry you one day, you sweet little thing!"  :ph34r:  Ever the ladies' man, Bruce, although you look at him now, this sinewy, rangy man with the grey hair (now where did that come from?, I don't have that).  

So the daughter of the house who is now 23 and gave up her banking career to come home and learn the ropes on the farm because neither of her brothers were interested in working that hard, acts as our tour guide - on the bus - as we set off on our farm tour of Middle Rock.  Fortunately, Bruce has roaded the entire farm (approx 3,000 acres of rolling tussock hill country) with a road the bus was able to handle with reasonable aplomb.  Charlotte is a kick-in-the-pants, a natural stand-up comedienne, (never destined to work in a bank!) and had us in stiches with her stories, but was very informative at the same time.  I learned some things from her that I hadn't learned as a child because we left there when I was nine.  Like they don't get rid of all the matagouri (very thorny shrub about 3-4 feet high and wide) on their property because it provides good protection from snow for ewes when they are lambing (the snow forms in drifts around it but leaves hollows where there is no snow and new grass for the mom and her baby, and that the kind of sheep they farm (corriedales, developed in New Zealand, which my dad tended to favor), while not as likely to twin or triplet, do not need assistance in lambing and actually make a nest to give birth in (amongst the matagouri).

Charlotte said she is often asked why their run is named "Middle Rock", and she says it's because their dad says that every time he digs a post hole for a fence, there is a rock right in the middle of it.  She says her dad has spent his life making roads, planting trees, digging fence postholes, and picking stones and rocks.  But he also has some fun on the side.  Another story.  Her mom and dad went to the A&P show (think a very ag County Fair) and followed their separate interests, agreeing to meet for lunch at a certain time.  Lynn's idea of time is not as good as Bruce's, so by the time Lynn showed up 15 minutes late, Bruce had already bought a microlite plane!!!.  For some time after that her dad used to vanish in the evenings, no one knew where, until one day they unexpectedly came upon a hangar built on a far corner of the property with a small landing strip!

Someone asks a question about water and she directs Tom off the road into a paddock and we end up facing a steep gulley! where we can see the headwaters of the Selwyn River, and later on she tells us that a very controversial new irrigation scheme is planning a canal through their property (I had wondered where it was going to go) and because there is a hill blocking it's way they are going to build a dam and create a reservoir in the valley she was pointing out which will practically divide their farm in half.  Given the benefits of the water she seemed pretty philosophical about this.  Tom got the bus out of there without rolling it.

We left Middle Rock and did a quick visit to Terrace Downs Resort (all these properties are part of the land my dad used to manage and which I roamed as a child) which is now a golf course and lodges, resort-owned rentals, private houses (lots owned by Americans and Brits) and the resort now Japanese-owned but Kiwi-managed.  Because he wanted a good education for his children, the owner personally funds an additional teacher at what used to be our one-room school which now has 26 children and two teachers.  On the way out of the parking area Tom cut things a bit short and we ended up tearing a bit of sheet metal off the bus on a rock.  Hey, not to worry!

Next stop, The Point, for afternoon tea (no, they hadn't eaten enough yet!).  Lynn was trying to tell them where to go and I said to her, Don't worry, I know where it is.  So I got Tom to go straight ahead instead of turning right where he wanted to go, and then I told him to turn left on the road at the top of the rise.  He says, No, this doesn't look right, we're on the wrong road!!! until he sees the sign that says "The Point".  Another brake slamming, backing up job and we arrive at one of the old historic farm houses dating to 1860, which survived the earthquake even without foundations, and has not been modernized much beyond electricity and plumbing.  Here I used to go ice skating on the pond for school physical education, and managed to fall IN the pond on VJ-day for those of you old enough to know what that is.  More tea, more home baking, enough to fatten an army, lovely lawns and grounds, tennis court, swimming pool - I used to think as a kid that everyone lived this way and why didn't we??  Well, we did have the magnificent mountain views.

By the time we left The Point we were running an hour and a half late (I thought the program was mighty ambitious) and it was decided to cross State Highway 1 at a place where there were traffic lights.  But our route took us through the epicenter of the first big quake and they were undertaking the major (final) road rebuild and we got detoured.  After several other detours, much backseat driving from the rear of the bus, peoples consulting their GPS, a call to Tom's boss that the bus he had 'borrowed' was going to be late getting back, and being unable to cross the highway at any lights, we took yet another detour by turning left onto the highway (yes, that's right - proper side of the road) and finally ended up in a place everyone recognized.  Phew!!!  And home, unglutened, unbowed, unharmed (except for the bus and Tom's ego).

Heart Rhythm Problems And Digestion

25 January 2013 - 03:12 PM

Many posters have started topics as to whether there is a connection between celiac and heart arrythmias, skipped beats, and irregularities.

I post on a forum called afibbers.org because this is one of my food-related curses. Today there was a new post by one of the founding members of the forum, who is a nutritionist, who posted a compendium of notes she had taken at various conferences she had attended on the subject at hand. This is one person's (albeit a pretty informed person) take on the topic and I found it very interesting reading. Those of you who have experienced a racing heart, skipped beats, etc., might be interested in reading it. I was particularly flabbergasted to note the statement I have bolded below: This is the first I have heard of such a condition. I will look into it.

"3. Dysbiosis. An imbalance between friendly and unfriendly gut flora. Typically, it’s too much unfriendly. Candida albicans overgrowth is an example of dysbiosis.

There are 500 species gut bacteria. About 25 have official names. Besides releasing various chemicals and cytokines that cause inflammation which then gets into the blood stream (translocation) which is typical in surgical patients who develop complications – (sepsis, toxic shock). Translocation starts in the gut. Leaky gut can be the source of autoimmune disorders.
Evaluate gut flora with Comprehensive Digestive Stool Analysis (CDSA) Genova and include parasites. Or test for Inflammatory Cytokines – Interleukin 11 in an IBD blood panel.

SIBO (small intestine bacterial overgrowth) was discussed in a post not long ago. Bacteria the colon or large intestine migrates into the small intestine where it doesn’t belong and causes significant GI problems. [See References listing]

Important – It should be noted that people who have had severe GI-related infections such as C. diff are left with what is known as Post-Infectious Irritable Bowel Syndrome (PI-IBS) and this stays with them for life. They will always be highly susceptible to any type of toxin or exposure such as minor food poisoning or a gut bug. They must be mindful to keep their bowel flora optimized continually (using high-quality probiotics). "


10Th Year gluten-free... 10Th Thanksgiving Stuffing Recipe

23 November 2012 - 11:10 AM

loves2eat, now that the board will deign to accept our humble posts again, we would love to hear from you.

A Thank You To Dieticians

16 November 2012 - 08:40 PM

Many of us on the forum have in the past, myself included, been somewhat scathing about the help rendered to celiacs by dieticians, and their lack of knowledge of the celiac diet in general.

Now, while I know there are many out there who are pretty useless, I wanted to single out for praise a couple of hospital dieticians who who were able to cater to my needs (with my husband's help) when I was not able to do so myself (being intubated and in an induced coma.) With my multiple food intolerances I had to be one of the toughest challenges they had faced. They managed to come up with a tube feeding formula (from reading the labels) that did not make me sick, and then when I was finally able to resume eating orally, the dietician worked out meal plans for every meal with me for every day I was in the hospital (all 21 of them) from what was on offer in the kitchen that day -- with a few additions and substitutions tossed in here and there, and she worked with the kitchen staff to make sure they understood how to prepare my food.

I later made a special trip back to the hospital to thank her, and she had a student trainee with her so I am sure that that young lady also got special training in gluten free (and other free).

This was in a hospital that has special diets for practically every condition you can imagine, EXCEPT gluten free. :blink:

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