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Breakfast with a Caveman

I am a writer in a quest to know real food and how to enjoy it.
Join me in this quest as we sift through our daily rations of the edible stuff and decide which are genuine honest to goodness food and which are knock-offs.

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  • Let me eat cake!

    I am a faithful person. Once I commit myself into doing something, I keep that commitment no matter what.

    That is why after several months of committing to a lifestyle of eating only local, whole, organic, beyond organic, fresh foods, I found myself enjoying a Big Mac and an extra large order of fries.

    Just kidding.

    But in the two weeks that I haven’t been posting here (I was busy with guests the whole time), I have been subjected to several questionable food choices. First among many is commercial cake.

    In those two weeks, after my French food cooking adventure, I attended lots of breakfasts, lunches, and dinners with my guests and in most of these occasions there were cakes.

    Though it is easy to pinpoint the bad foods in a restaurant menu or a dinning table, there is no way of telling if cakes are on my side or the devil’s. In the case of Devil’s Food Cake, there’s no question.

    But how about Angel’s Food Cake? Is it really as pure and angelic as it sounds? If so, why are people often use words like guilt and sinful whenever they have this cake in their mouths?

    New York Cheese Cake: Is it really that local?

    Pound Cake: a pound gained for every box eaten?

    The truth is, in those two weeks, I have eaten cake. Now I feel like going to confession.

    How bad is commercial cake? Sure, when you buy a box, the ingredients are there. But it doesn’t say what actual sweetener they used, or what kind of eggs they included, or if the milk is laden with hormones and antibiotics. There’s really no way to find out unless I bug the store or the baker about it – a move I won’t do unless I want spit or other body fluids in my Black Forest.

    In itself, cake is processed food.  It is a combination of whole ingredients that dissolve and into one another to form one product that has been a regular in almost every table on earth. From royal palaces to peasant tables, cake is the ultimate symbol of celebration. Try having a birthday bash without a cake see how it feels. I’ve had one such birthday party. It was every bit like having a bachelor’s party with your fiancée present. No sense at all.

    Most good cakes come from non-organic sources. Whole Foods Market sells a wide array of cakes made from, they claim, organic ingredients. With this, should I shun the other bakeshops that use conventional things? The Carnegie Deli NY Cheesecake, should I forever say no to that? Magnolia Bakery? Crumbs?

    Or if my hardcore paranoia even suspects Whole Foods, should I start making my own cake like I make my own bread? What course to take, I don’t know yet, but let me have my cake!

    Tagged: cake food health New York Whole Foods big mac

    Posted on February 26, 2010 ()

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