This is an excellent documentary–easily watched the nearly one hour program. Watched it with my family…an outstanding middle school or higher, science and social science lesson.
This is an excellent documentary–easily watched the nearly one hour program. Watched it with my family…an outstanding middle school or higher, science and social science lesson.
Mooing cows make me smile. In a green pasture, on a rolling hill, they are a beautiful sight. My city, a former ranch, recently had cows covering its hills…doing what God created them to do…graze. New neighborhoods have replaced the place where the cows naturally spent their days. My grandfather was a farmer…I enjoyed hearing the cow stories when I was young. I have a cowbell on my desk to this day with the happy memories of those stories and playing in the barn on the farm. I was told that in the evening, as the sun was setting, the lead cow with the bell would bring the herd back to the barn. The cowbell would tinkle as it lumbered home. My grandfather would hear their arrival and be ready for the evening milking.
Seeing cows penned up in corrals with little to no grass is pathetic. I have read stories and seen it with my own eyes about this unnatural habitat for these animals. Their diets are not natural and their health declines–necessitating medications. A cow on a green pasture with a salad bar to eat is a happy animal. The Earth is happy too. Everyone benefits from a happy cow in its natural habitat. Did you know that the green grass provides natural antibiotics and immunity to cows and other grazers. They also make great fertilizer. Since Covid-19 spread throughout the earth, a lot of industry has slowed down or ceased. The GHG (Green House Gases) have declined. I have enjoyed seeing the green rolling hills with clarity like I have not seen in a long time. The air is fresh and the stars are clear at night. The ocean and waterways have purified. The number of cows has not decreased, and yet, we have experienced a new freshness around Earth. Cows in their right place, in their natural habitat on a green field are only beneficial animals to everyone-they are not the problem and should be exonerated.
In 2008, my husband came home all excited about the movie, Food, Inc. We are both educators who have an active interest in healthy living. About 2004, we started a backyard garden. We utilized the permaculture philosophy to begin. Our soil was black adobe clay and some completely depleted soil that an 18 wheeler dumped on our driveway to back-fill some areas. We started with some tomato plants in pots and from there have grown food in abundance in our small space. Joel Salatin, a farmer from Virginia on Polyface farm, was featured in Food, Inc. We liked his idea about leaving the land better than the way you found it. Today, our soil is literally moving with life. The years of manure and mulch have paid off. This was Joel Salatin’s solution to the Corona Virus problem posted today on his blog: The Lunatic Farmer
I agree with the pundits that beg us all to pull together during this pandemic, to not finger point, Monday morning quarterback, and pull the shoulda, woulda, coulda. The recent Washington Post interview I did tried to pull me into that theme and refused to participate. We all can look back on shoulda, woulda, coulda.
In the midst of the house burning down, putting out the fire is certainly the right thing to do. But once the fire is out, the investigators come in and try to figure out what caused it. Unlike many instances, though, in this case we know the cause while the house is burning down.
If we don’t attack the cause with the same solidarity we’re fighting the current fire, we’ll be both foolish and wasteful. The Chinese wet markets in Wuhan are despicable beyond words. Stacked wild animals in cages, urinating, pooping, dropping puss from infectious wounds on each other in the midst of on-site filthy slaughter amidst crowded people getting manure, blood, urine, pus on them is a recipe for disaster. It’s a violent assault on everything natural.
Chinese Communism created a famine in the 1970s that starved 36 million to death, setting the stage for private farming in 1978. People were so desperate for food that wild animals normally never consumed by humans entered the food chain. By 1988 a Wildlife Protection Law that stated all wildlife was owned by the state also encouraged private breeding and production of wildlife. Today, some of these farms have as many as 1,000 bears in cages, just like factory farming.
This precipitated the SARS epidemic, which temporarily shut down these wet markets, but as soon as that malady dissipated they were back open. As Paul Harvey used to say, “it’s not one world.”
Americans have a hard time imagining factory farmed bears or bats or mountain lions, much less being slaughtered en masse in the middle of an urban metropolis in conditions that would make you wretch if you saw it. This is not pretty stuff; it’s heinous and everything evil. Who buys this? Starving people? No, in the Chinese culture, these exotic animals are believed to possess tonic capabilities for sex enhancement, body building and other super-human traits. This is equivalent to face lifts and celebrity spas in the U.S. Patrons are the rich and powerful, members of the Communist party, the country’s elite, not normal Chinese.
That is why it’s so hard to close these down. If in the U.S. Hollywood and the rich believed sincerely that some food or practice could give them a fountain of youth, do you think there would be a political will to shut it down? Probably not. The sad truth is that even as bad as this pandemic is, these powerful clients and their support structure–farmers, butchers, packagers–will be back. It’s cultural.
So what is the right response? We know the cause. You can’t thumb your nose this arrogantly at nature’s boundaries without consequences. It makes America’s factory farming, as despicable as it is, look like child’s play by comparison. So what do we do? What does the world do?
If we don’t wrestle with this question, a similar or worse thing will be back, just like COVID-19 is a magnitude worse than SARS. When assaulted, nature pushes back. As much as we fear the virus right now, what we’d better fear is refusing to stamp out the cause. This is not about demonizing other cultures; it’s about talking honestly about causes. I’m concerned that we’ll put all our effort toward some sort of vaccine rather than dealing with the cause. And like all vaccines, it will not help against the next permutation.
Do I blame these wet markets? Absolutely. Are they evil? Absolutely. Should we go to war over them? No. But if the United States led the world in assessing the cause and demanding change as much as we disallow other countries to have nuclear warheads, perhaps we’d make some progress.
What do you think is an appropriate national response to the People’s Republic of China?
Growing up in the suburbs of Los Angeles gave my family access to the best of everything. One item, was fresh whole milk delivered in glass bottles to my front door. I drank milk like water, and to this day, doctors tell me how strong my bones are. Healthy milk is difficult to find now. When I was teaching kindergarten, my students would buy milk for their snacks. I felt sorry for them. The milk was once served in nice little cartons, but now is served in plastic milk sacks. The milk was almost translucent and looked very watery. Our family pays a lot for milk since it is unpasteurized and from grass fed Jersey cows. The milk tastes like I remember it as a kid. Sweet and satisfying. Milk like this is a rare commodity today as Joel Salatin affirms in his well written article:
The dairy industry is imploding. Cow milk sales are down nearly 40 percent nationwide in just the last three decades. Can you imagine? Replaced with rice milk, soy milk and others, traditional cow milk’s position at the table is now no longer.
I was talking with a grass-based raw milk dairyman recently who is trying to build a base. When customers quit buying, he does exit polling. The number one reason is “I just can’t drink half a gallon a week.”
Our discussion led us to the conclusion that milk is no longer seen as a food; it’s simply a condiment. It’s used in coffee and on cereal, but to pour a glass of milk and chugalug it, no. In our family, we always milked (by hand) a couple of Guernsey cows and I grew up drinking milk like water. Raw milk. Grass-fed milk.
We ran it threw a paper filter to strain out any bits of hair and mud, but otherwise it was just the same as it came out of the teat. Now that we don’t have our own, we drink less, but every morning I still have a glass of milk. I don’t drink coffee or tea; I still have a glass of raw grass-fed milk and I could drink half a gallon a day, easy.
Milk moved from food to beverage to condiment in three decades. How? I think the primary reason is that fooling around with it through pasteurization, homogenization, manipulation (adding Vitamin D and skimming off the cream), and concentrated animal feeding operations created an item so tasteless and unlike normalcy that it was no longer appealing. It tastes like chalk. It looks like water. And it carries no nutritional punch.
Many states are passing new labeling laws, sponsored by the dairy lobby, trying to forbid the use of the word “milk” for anything except mammalian secretions. This is the way the dairy industry is fighting back.
A much better response would be a national ad campaign saying “mea culpa, we lost your trust, and we’re going to get it back by treating cows like cows and re-instituting the nutrition and taste of creamline authentic milk.” That would actually garner far more public trust and use, I suspect, than militantly fighting against the alternative milk industry.
I’ve met people who have healed all sorts of maladies by going on a milk fast. That’s a fast that’s always appealed to me. If I were going on a lengthy fast, I think that would be one I could enjoy. Guzzling half a gallon of ice cold raw grass-fed milk every day, now that’s a way toward healing. My heart goes out to the suffering dairy farmers around the country who are losing their farms in this cultural shift.
The challenge for the real milk producers is to message nutrition and the healing, therapeutic affects of authentic dairy. Repositioning real milk as a viable and positive food item will take a combination of nutritional food analysis differentiating between junk milk and real milk. It will also require aggressively sharing testimonies of healing and rebuilt immune systems. These stories need to be front and center in all public relations campaigns. “We’re not them” needs to be central to this messaging.
Dairy farmers, like all farmers, are loathe to demonize fellow dairy farmers, but that’s the way to move ahead. Here at Polyface, we’ve emphasized “we’re not Tyson” for a long time, and it has served us well. And I’ve been crucified in our local farming community for daring to disparage feedlot beef or CAFO chickens. No matter; the public knows we aren’t them. Establishing a differentiated food religion is a good thing.
I’ve spent the last couple of days chasing down a grass-based dairy nearby that is contemplating putting in a creamline fluid milk VAT pasteurized (so it’s legal to sell, a very low and gentle process) option. I’m hoping against hope that we can talk him into it–he’s already making cheese and it’s WONDERFUL.
If you look at the process of real milk versus soy milk, it’s fundamentally different. In real cow milk, the sun grows grass; the cows eat the grass; the grass turns into milk; the dairy farmer harvests the milk; you drink the milk. In soy milk, you have to either plow or kill the grass, plant the annual crop, get it germinated and keep weeds out of it, then harvest it, dry it, transport it to a laboratory, extract the protein through a labyrinth of expensive infrastructure, then bottle the fluid. The ecological differences are extreme, and yet Starbucks refuses to use the solar-driven real milk. Why doesn’t Starbucks get real milk instead of spurning all milk as if it’s the same thing? Starbucks could use this as a great teaching moment; instead, it joins the planet haters who want to grow monocrops and chemicalize everything. Really sad, really sad.
When is the last time you guzzled a glass of raw grass-based real milk?
“Perhaps the most interesting speaker at the Dr. Al Sears’ Confidential Cures summit in Florida last weekend was Nora Gedgaudas. Her emotional opening, showing pictures of her mother with alzheimer’s, added impact to her emphatic statement: “alzheimer’s is preventable and almost reversible . . . and it is NOT a genetic disease.” Wow. How’s that for an opener?
She said 2/3rds of alzheimers’ patients are women. About 1.5 million have it now and within a few years, 14 million will. Right now 1 in 4 seniors die with it. She shared a study publicized by the National Institute on Aging: ” . .. . Emerging findings suggest that dietary factors play major roles in determining whether the brain ages successfully or experiences a neurodegenerative disease.”
Her basic premise was that while we are all different, we are far more alike than unalike. “We have different fingerprints, but we all have fingers,” she said. The brain is 73 percent water, but structurally, it’s 67 percent fat. Of that, 20 percent is DHA which is exclusively animal sourced. “No vegan diet can supply this, either directly or indirectly–EVER. Vegan diets have NO DHA. Most damaged brains I’ve worked with are vegans,” she said.
She completely opposes eating grains, of any kind. She said the human brain has shrunk as more grains are consumed, versus its size when consuming far more animal fats. Breast milk offers infants all of these essential fats and our brains deteriorate if the fats and ketones (dietary fats in the absence of glucose) don’t stay high.
Vitamin K, that elusve and most recently discovered of all the essential vitamins, is found exclusively in animal foods IF the animals are on pasture. What’s the best brain food? Pastured pork fat. After that, fatty fish, then coconut oil, then avocado oil and real olive oil. A diet high in carbohydrates equals an 87 percent higher likelihood for dementia; a high animal fat diet equals a 46 percent lower likelihood for dementia. We should eat ZERO canola oil and soybean oil, she said.
Her book Primal Body, Primal Mind goes into far more detail; these are just some highlights of her presentation, but what a blockbuster. Her website is http://www.Primalgenic.com. She says half of us are intolerant to dairy.
So folks, what does this mean? It means that Impossible Burger and Beyond Meat destroy our brains. It means as the holidays approach we need to rethink our consumption of crackers and party mix. It means we’re smart to eat hot dogs without a bun and of course it means we need to displace carbohydrates with pastured meats. Wow.
It means that one of the problems in dealing with vegans is that their brains are literally not functioning. They’re starving their brains. It means that as cultures leave pastured animal foods as a basis of their diet, people actually lose cognitive ability–en masse! So can a nation heading toward plant foods govern itself? Can it make wise decisions?
Perhaps the new litmus test for governance should be how much pasture-based animal proteins are in the diet. Can you imagine a presidential debate where the first question is about a brain-feeding diet? And all of this helps us understand why vegans are angry, vicious, violent and unreasonable. When John Mackey, founder of Whole Foods, in our debate this summer said my eating a chicken was the same as eating his pet cat, that’s just asinine. And when he said big strong animals like cows and gorillas and elephants are herbivores so if I want to be big and strong I should be an herbivore, that’s so nonsensical scientifically it’s hard to know a response. How do you communicate with someone this nonsensical? The mounting research, however, gives an explanation: his brain is malnourished.
This puts a different twist on veganism. It’s not just an alternative view. It’s a vicious attack on cognitive function. Those of us whose brains are still being nurtured correctly need to step up our game and call veganism what it is: an insulting and direct attack on cognitive health. It’s the new anti-brain choice.
Have you tangled with a militant vegan lately? In the words of Dr. Phil, how did that work out for ya’?
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Last month we visited Knott’s Berry Farm for fun and education. We picked a day during the week and not a weekend which allowed us to see the entire park in about 6 hours with hardly any wait times on rides. Our day started with a rooster loudly cockadoodling on a fence post near the shops and on our way to the main gate. There were candy stores and all kinds of neat souvenirs to buy when we returned on our way out. Once through the main gate we visited Camp Snoopy and took a train ride throughout that section of the park. Overhead the Silver Bullet roller coaster whizzed by as we admired a wonderful display of boysenberries growing in a small patch on neatly manicured vines. We ventured onto the Silver Bullet next with a 5 minute wait time. Our next adventure was on the Calico Gold Mine train ride. This is a wonderful re-creation of what miners experienced while laboring hard to find gold. We rode this twice in the front of the train and in the back. Two very different experiences. We visited a real one room school house that was shipped out from Kansas from the 19th century. Nearby, a Wells Fargo Stage Coach was on display with a plaque that told of story of the legendary Black Bart and how eventually he was paid by the bank to not rob them anymore. We rode the X-celerator for an adrenaline rush, then the Coast Rider which overlooked one of the original parking lots complete with dirt and chickens, and Surfside Gliders on the “pier” while baby ducklings paddled by with their mama. Next, we thumped on the bumper cars, rode the Pony Express Roller Coaster, went to old town to watch wood carving, a Native American dancer, and a blacksmith with a sense of humor in an original black smith shop. We moseyed into a western shootout skit on the other side of the screaming Silver Bullet riders. At about 2:00 P.M., we enjoyed a delicious Mrs. Knott’s chicken dinner lunch with boysenberry lemonade drinks and chocolate truffle dessert from the candy shop nearby. Back in the park, we panned for gold on our way onto the Ghost Rider. We learned that panning for gold is more work than it looks, but enjoyed the idyllic location and a vial with some yellow stuff at the bottom. The Ghost Rider was a thrill and, in our opinion, the best roller coast ride. We rode this twice since there was only a 5 minute wait time. Our next stop was the Timber Mountain Log Ride. This ride was great wet fun and a good reminder about how difficult/dangerous the logging industry can be. We revisited the bumper cars, rode the log ride again, played laser tag on Voyage to the Iron Reef, re-visited the pier and the ducks for another glider ride, and visited an amazing Geode Shop with a million dollar exhibit of actual dinosaur eggs, a T-Rex fossil, and many other fossils from the deluge. We were “blown away” by the many wonderful finds in that store. In fact, our student exclaimed that, “I want to buy the whole store!” Our day ended with a thrill ride on Hang Time. There was a great fire pit outside the exit near the shops and restaurants. We made sure we left the park with a bag full of boysenberry goodies: syrup and jam. Our day at Knott’s was both educational and fun!
Meanwhile, ten months ago we toured the Independence Hall at Knott’s to relive history 242 years ago, when the Declaration of Independence was signed. This was a worthwhile visit located across the street from the world famous Ghost Rider roller coaster. Hearing the recreated voices of our founders as they considered the outcome of the event of declaring independence from the most powerful military force in the world, England, was moving. These men of courage and principle, who valued liberty more than their property, heritage, and life are reminders of how the United States of America was born. The carriage from that time period in the foyer helps to flash back to this event. Having a man dressed up like Ben Franklin sets the mood too. Being in the replicated hall itself is moving. The re-creation of the actual cracked liberty bell with its inscription: Proclaim LIBERTY throughout all the land unto all the inhabitants thereof…” Leviticus 25:10 sits in the main hall with a harpsichord from the colonial era adjacent to it. So while enjoying your American ideals at Knott’s, take time to reflect on the principle foundations of our country’s liberty.
We first started growing tomato plants 18 years ago in large pots on our patio. The vines would take off for the sky and even then we would say that we had too many tomatoes! The way the vines grew we would call it our tomato tornado. Back then, this was our only edible. Our vines would get attacked by green tomato worms. After work we would come home and literally hose off our two plants. It rained green worms! Our patio would be covered by dozens of crawling ugly green creatures. After getting our backyard hens and using the Permaculture philosophy, we began to expand our edible garden into the ground. Our black adobe clay soil was transformed into a worm filled garden delight! We compost mostly all of our green waste and turn it into gorgeous sweet smelling rich soil. We have had difficulty with our tomatoes in the past few years with black bottom rot and a limited harvest. This year we began crunching all of our egg shells and adding it to the base of our tomatoes. No more bottom rot and an overwhelming harvest. We have so many edibles now that the birds visit and eat all of our tomato worms…leaving the fruit (botanically tomatoes are classified as berries) for us. It is a delight just to sit on the patio in the cool of the day and watch the amazing abundance of life in our small garden.
Our foot long cucumber! It was absolutely delicious!
“I would rather entertain and hope that people learned something than educate people and hope they were entertained.” Walt Disney
I was blessed to be an employee at Disneyland decades ago when the price was right ($13.00 for a passport) while getting the enjoyment of storytelling on a boat in the canal of Storybookland. Recently, we visited the park and were delighted to learn that there were educational opportunities everywhere while being entertained. We particularly enjoyed the Agrifuture in Tomorrowland. Every plant in that land is suppose to be edible. While riding Autopia, we noticed wild strawberries, citrus trees of varying varieties, and sage growing along the track. We also noticed rosemary near Tomorrowland Terrace and Swiss Chard across the way. It would have been nice to be able to visit a farm to table restaurant in the area or some kind of attraction like that. We do know that Disney in the past has had special events promoting that concept and has given garden tours around the park. The foliage in all the lands was particularly amazing. We really enjoyed the bamboo forest in Adventureland, but all of the living trees and plants were an enjoyable feature at the park. While waiting in line at Autopia, we liked the Honda robot giving us a geography lesson of California using a map and showing us landmarks in the state on a computer screen. An employee told us that the Honda cars are gasoline powered. In the future, it would be nice to see cars that are powered with clean energy. We learned that the Monorail is the fasted ride in the park at 30 m.p.h. The engines on Disneyland Railroad are authenitic steam engines that run on biodiesel. One engine is as old as 1895. The conductor informed us that the engine powering our train was found on a corn field in Iowa in 1927. While riding the train, our child learned that it snowed at the Grand Canyon. We all enjoyed seeing the Indian village and lifestyle while chugging along the backside of the river in Adventureland. He learned about the Caribbean and the pirates that attacked coastal towns. We had a unique dining experience at Rose Tavern in Fantasyland where we enjoyed French faire, some rest and relaxation, and explained the history of taverns to our child. We thoroughly enjoyed the beef poutine (slowed cooked beef in gravy over waffle fries covered in pickled red onions and cheese) and a lemon berry mousse dessert shaped into a rose with delicious filling and some type of crust on the bottom. It was so tasty, we got a second one. Our child enjoyed seeing stories like Peter Pan and Winnie the Pooh come to life on the rides. Our day at Disneyland was not only entertaining, but educational.
There is nothing more disappointing than going to the refrigerator, reaching into the vegetable bin, and pulling out a bag of rotten cilantro that was purchased not more than a week earlier. A few weeks ago we visited an outstanding farmer’s market-the best we have ever been to. At one of the stands we purchased, fresh, organic cilantro. (I should have taken a picture, but I will explain in detail how to preserve your herb.) I must admit, I was a skeptic, but not anymore. The friendly farmer, after I had paid for my purchase, put my cilantro into a clear plastic bag and put air in it like it was a balloon and tied it off at the end. She cheerfully, with a big smile, told me it would make my cilantro last longer. She was right. I recently used the remainder for some salsa I made with tomatoes just harvested from our garden. I was regretting going to the refrigerator thinking that it would surely be rotten since it had been 11 days since my purchase. It was as fresh as the day I bought it. Not one leaf was rotten. I had opened the bag a few days after purchasing and used about half for another recipe and resealed the way the farmer told me at the market. Air in the bag really helps keep cilantro fresh longer!