6 June 2013
Friday
2:30 PM
Its tough being a
dietary cripple in a world that pays little attention to producing
food for people. So who do the producers produce food for? Why
profits, of course!! Wheat flour is added to many foods, I can't
think of a good reason why, except as fillers or as thickening
agents. I don't know if the use of this ingredient was economic or an
integral part of a recipe that depended on this as a key element.
I have had celiac
disease symptoms for 44 years. Once it was determined what had been
causing my gastric distress, I quickly learned to avoid eating
anything with gluten in it. This included developing a critical eye
to reading the ingredient listing on package labels. I also learned
about cooking, what ingredients are used, why they are used, and what
the effect is on the cooking process. While there are other
ingredients that can act as thickening agents, they may be cheaper in
bulk, have unique or different effects on the flavor or consistency
of the results. Then I found that there were federal subsidies for
wheat farmers but none for those who produce arrowroot or cornstarch
(well there are corn subsidies, but not cornstarch). While in the
early years of my celiac adventures, the impression that I was facing
an uphill battle. It began to look as if I was truly an outsider in
every sense of the word. Hardly anyone I knew had heard of not being
able to digest gluten wheat.
Most folks had no
idea what gluten sensitivities were or that anyone could have
difficulty with such a common, ubiquitous food. I often had questions
to answer that ranged from honest inquiry to honestly not knowing and
truly incredulous. People wanted to know if I swelled up like a
balloon with just contact, as in handling a sandwich. Other people
had such difficulty understanding the concept they were asking if I
could eat potatoes. Really? Potatoes! It soon began to feel as if I
had some orphaned disease.
I learned that the
number of people who have gluten sensitivities is one in 150, pretty
pervasive. Now, I understand there is a blood test that can be used
to determine if someone is negatively responsive to gluten, it
measures antibodies. Many people are possible sensitives but are
asymptomatic – at the present. Wheat naturally is a cathartic
agent. To some degree most humans digestion tends to turn a little
loose when wheat is eaten. But the nature of this is not as
disastrous as when one has celiac difficulties.
Personally I have
discovered that avoiding gluten is not that difficult, except when
visiting restaurants. It was during those excursions that I really
felt as an outsider, so many foods are made or prepared with wheat
flour. I used to inquire of the waiter if I had any concerns before
ordering, if my order was gluten free. Most restaurants didn't mind
checking for me. Gradually more eateries began to have more gluten
free foods, soon the menus began to list which foods were gluten free
on the menu by each item. Then the menus were declaring that they
were gluten free on the covers. Grocery stores began stocking gluten
free labeled items and soon there were whole isles dedicated to
gluten free foods. Suddenly everywhere gluten free foods were
appearing, it was a very quick change. Suddenly I no longer felt like
some kind of interloper in my own community.
Then I end up in
the land within a known world, nursing homes. I have been in two
facilities during the last year and a half. While there are some
differences, there are very similar aspects. Each facility has a
dietician with whom I have a meeting explaining my dietary
restrictions. In each case they give the impression that they
understand. In both cases the method of providing gluten free meals
is to practice elimination serving. Oh yes there are some gluten free
foods served regularly, like rice crispies instead of oatmeal (yes I
know that oatmeal has no gluten in it, but it is recommended for
celiac suffers to avoid it as the same equipment used to process oats
is used to process wheat, and there is thestrong possibility of cross
contamination) In one facility the decision was made somewhere that I
would get cream of rice everyday for breakfast. Now I like cream of
rice once in a while, but every day!! One has to wonder if someone
was pissed off or if some kitchen gnome was so entrenched in the
production of their duties that they never considered how mind
numbingly monotonous this could be. Peanut butter and or brown sugar
would often be sent up, which I would eagerly mix in the gruel like
substance. Sometimes for variety I would canabalize the little jelly
packets included to be spread on the gluten free bread/toast that was
sent up too.
The consistency of
the cream of rice was variable. Sometimes it was so stiff that it was
like sticky sand in the bowl. A spoon slipped into it could remain at
a rakish angle if let go mid-swipe. Other times it was loose as
porridge, all runny and dripping off the spoon when dipped up for the
next mouthful.
The present
facility often substitutes instant mashed potatoes for items on the
lunch or dinner menus that I can't eat. One perfectly rounded scoop
of instant mashed, served up relentlessly as predictable as the next
tick on your quartz timed, battery operated clock. Instant mashed is
a pretty bland food, it often has the same flavor of cardboard as the
box it is shipped and stored in. It would be possible to mix in some
onion, shallots garlic, cheese, dill, or some little meat on occasion
to make the instant mashed more palatable, but this is not done. Come
on, lets try a little creative expression here. Not a chance. Almost
every day, twice a day in some cases (lunch and dinner)the same bland
lump of well sculpted, perfectly round starch, designed to be short
term filling but in no time at all, productive of a sugar spike,
leaving a ravenous hunger in mid afternoon.
Instead of sending
up some instant mashed, the sense I get could be just as well
received as if a nice hand written note was under the lid of my next
serving that read “Nyeah nyeah, this is all we think of you. Eat
this.” soon I could not believe the regularity that the instant
mashed was arriving, it was at once simultaneously humorous and
galling. There were not enough words to describe on continuing
onslaught of instant mashed.
I began making
photographs of my meals as they arrived. Rather than vocalizing about
the march of the potatoes, I thought that I would let the images do
the talking.
These are the
pictures of all the instant mashed that have been served to me since
the 26th of May this year. I began to grow suspicious of
so many servings of the same thing after a while, so I began taking
pictures. To me this series points to a definite lack of imagination,
let alone concern for trying to not be monotonous. I don't know if
this is by design, as I am housed on the rehab floor where everyone
is expected to stay a while and recondition themselves before going
home. This sort of consistency certainly seemed designed to motivate
someone to leave sooner rather than later.
I'd want to leave
too, if I just had a home to go to. Meanwhile I look at the meals as
calorie loading episodes, just like your car doesn't particularly
which brand of gasoline it is filled with. This is food to survive,
not to thrive. I suppose that I shall have to look elsewhere for my
thriving.
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