Food bloggers against hunger in America

Yesterday, as Oliver thrilled in the sugary, chocolaty concoction that was his perfectly rendered eclair, I watched him with joy. I loved buying this treat for him; his happiness erased any hesitations I may have had about the $5 price tag on this artisanal, for-no-reason, mid-morning snack. We sat on the ground, in the sun, his little body nestled in the crook of my crossed legs, my arms around him, my fingers catching any stray chocolate pudding so that he wouldn't have to miss a bite. This morning, Jack asked for a toasted bagel with sour cherry jam; Oliver preferred oatmeal with blueberries and brown sugar. Tom ground and brewed fresh coffee; he and I ate bowls of different cereals. Mine was topped with almond milk, his with that from a good old cow. I felt a deep sense of satisfaction as I looked around at my family, all healthy, all able to eat until they were full and sated, no one left without in any way.

While I feel a tremendous sense of pride in my children's varied and adventurous palates and gratefulness that I can offer them meal-time choices to appease their culinary desires, I also feel very acutely that "wow, this is only possible because T has a good job and we are fortunate enough to never worry about whether or not we'll have food." Such is not nearly the case for too many of our fellow Americans, and this is a heart-wrenching travesty with serious ramifications.

According to Feeding America, 46.2 million Americans lived in poverty in 2011. In America, per the Department of Health and Human Services, a family of four falls below the poverty line if their total household income (annual) falls below $23,550. That's $5,887 per person per year, or $16 per person per day. This meager amount must cover food, shelter, clothing, education, school/work supplies, transportation, living expenses and so forth.

Also during 2011, according to Feeding America, 50.1 million lived in food-insecure homes; 16.7 million of those were children. The USDA defines food insecurity as meaning “consistent access to adequate food is limited by a lack of money and other resources at times during the year.”

Though related, food insecurity and poverty are different issues, affecting different populations (socio-economic, geographic, racial, age) differently. For example, although the national food insecurity rate is 14.7%, 19.2% of Mississippi families are food insecure. Again in contrast to the national food insecurity rate of 14.7%, an enormous 36.8% of homes with children headed by single women were food insecure during 2011.

As a mother for whom my children's health is paramount, I feel sickened to my core when I think what it must be like for moms who have to watch their children suffer the pangs of hunger, who have to tell their kids that she's sorry but there's just not anything for breakfast today. The stress of that would be crushing for me, and it would be compounded by the fact that I'd know just how detrimental inadequate nutrition is for a growing body and a developing mind.

When my boys are hungry, they are less able to concentrate, less able to handle frustration and challenge. They're more susceptible to tears and/or anger being the response to difficulty of any sort. When I watch them devour breakfast each morning, as if they haven't eaten for days, I know that that healthy, hearty intake will sustain them through the early hours of school and recess, until snack-time comes and refuels them. But what if instead of that, there was nothing? What if the growls in their bellies had to be ignored? What if their next meal was unknown and that very thought prevented them from focusing on play, social interactions, learning?

You read about these horrifying statistics and then you read about how much food Americans waste every day, month and year: 33 million tons (40%) of food each year according to the National Resources Defense Council and Ira Flatow of NPR. This interview transcript about food waste in the US is beyond sobering, and the disconnect it illuminates -between hunger and waste- is heartbreaking. Surely we as a nation can do better.

So today, on behalf of Food Bloggers Against Hunger, consider what it'd be like to have just $4 a day to feed yourself and your family. What sorts of food can such a minuscule amount buy? Mostly empty calories with no real nutritional benefit unless you really shop with effort and an eye towards bargains and creative cooking. There's certainly no room for treats like that I could give Oliver yesterday. That would never include options at breakfast because it may not be enough for breakfast at all. Today, consider just how little some have, how close to the edge of extreme hunger many live. Consider taking some action, no matter how small: sign a petition, watch A Place at the Table, call your representatives, speak out against the current Farm Bill which makes corn syrup cheaper to buy than an apple.

Here's another petition, from No Kid Hungry. Signing only takes a second!

Visit The Giving Table to find out more about Food Bloggers Against Hunger and today's event and what you can do. And, here's The Giving Table's Facebook page.

Sunny Sunday and a lovely meal

Today was beautiful. The sky was bright, fully illuminated, alive. A definite briskness remained, but the nascent spring's softer contours rounded out what stubbornly remains of our elongated, deeply chilly winter. Despite the fact that I don't put much stock in weather forecasts, I took the mid-70s proclamation for Sunday at word and wore shorts to Jack's baseball game. This was a slight overreach but by the time it wrapped up, my goosebumps had subsided and actual warmth was penetrating my epidermis. Brava!! My little boy and his teammates were darling to watch and though they lost 13-0, I couldn't have been more proud. Room for improvement! Four of the women in my writing class and I really clicked and decided to forge ahead as a group, teacherless and fearless. This afternoon was our first "class" and not only was it great to hear each of their voices but also wonderful to be back in the student saddle. And then back to the boys, the evening routine and dinner. Most everything was from our trip to the farmers market this morning, the produce at the height of just-picked freshness, the turkey from a happy bird slaughtered humanely, well as humanely as slaughter can be. It was light, flavorful, simple and good.

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I grated these carrots for a Moroccan salad: raisins, olive oil, fresh ginger, cinnamon, honey and lemon juice. It's always good.

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I oven-roasted the leeks, with just some olive oil, salt, pepper and two small pats of butter. And with the turkey breasts, I heated up the good-old cast iron skillet and made a quick piccata, minus the breading, heavy on the lemon and capers. Bellissima!

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And now, the Mad Men season premier. Aah!!!

Farmers market fun

When he remembered the chocolate eclairs Bonaparte sells until it's too warm, Ol eagerly accompanied me to the farmers market this morning. Jack stayed home to practice bike riding without training wheels but requested a raspberry palmier, "a big one please."There were just a few eclairs left so we snatched one up quickly, and Ol devoured it in one sitting.

20130407-132724.jpg We got a great assortment of goodies including these beautiful baby leeks.

20130407-133020.jpg We are now at Jack's baseball game which is darling in such a clueless, little bobbleheaded way!