I followed a link on Facebook the other day to this lovely photo right here.
I read every comment. I learned the term "mechanically separated." I watched this video:
I went to Walmart with a $20 budget tonight. I picked up a package of something I've bought a bajillion times: hot dogs. Now. I've been told for YEARS what hot dogs are made out of, but I've managed to keep my rational thinking out of it. Because $0.88 will provide lunch for the whole family. I'll take two.
Tonight I bothered to read the package and saw the "mechanically separated" term in the ingredients list. I picked up another package that was labeled all beef and noticed the "mechanically separated" term was not in that list. Again, I'm not sure I really want to know how those "non mechanically separated" hot dogs are still made. But I'm guessing they are a little better than the $0.88 variety. And they cost $6.88 for the package.
And I started crying. Not sob-heaving, mind you, but hot tears that came down and prevented me from actually explaining to Craig, who was with me, why his wife was breaking down in the hot dog section of Walmart on a Tuesday night.
Jamie Oliver made me do it.
I'm telling you, I pull my hair out trying to just get food on the table. Something that my family will eat, that doesn't take the better part of my day, and doesn't bat our grocery budget so far out the ballpark we'll never see that ball again.
I don't know how to do it.
I'm waving the white flag. I'm sorry I've brainwashed my kids and myself for the sake of convenience and the lower price. But…it isn't exactly like I have the option to increase the grocery budget either.
What to do, what to do?
Jamie Oliver? Will you take a trip to St. Louis, Missouri and bring your food revolution to my house? Help me Obi-Wan. You are my only hope.
Somebody pass the tissue.