Since moving back home from school i've moved in with my grandmother. So technically that makes me a elder caregiver before i have even had the chance to celebrate living for a quarter century. Although i will clarify it was totally my choice and i have a full apartment with kitchen, livingroom, bathroom and bedroom. And besides my grandma commutes full time to the city 5 days a week (by choice) to work so she still has at least half her marbles in her bag.
I have a ton of space to do as i please however during the week i do like to eat dinner with my grandma. Here is the problem:
She tells me olive oil is good for you as she puts a gallon on the little bit of salad she made that night. Pasta, we have it fresh twice a week and then there are always left overs. Some nights i would just love sushi... she wrinkles her noises and makes a UGH sound. I call her and tell her i only want grilled chicken and salad. She fries me chicken cutlets and tells me that she has eaten them her whole life and she isn't dead yet (shes 75 so it is hard to argue that point).
Don't get me wrong... i love my grandma she has been a second mother to me my entire life. I've been eating in this house my whole life... but i never realized how generational food is until i've had to eat here every single night. Past generations enjoyed food in such a simple way. Now we look at every gram of fat, calorie and card. One the other hand i think we are so much more aware and educated of what is good for your body. At some point foods became soooo processed that we really do need to watch what we eat. My grandmother believes that if we make it fresh it is good for you. But sometimes when i watch her oil content or bread consumption i go alittle nuts.
So its been hard... trying to bring two generations of food philosophy into a house. I've never been called a picky eater... but just cause i state that i want a veggie burger i get a look of death.
But then i think about all my grandma has done for me she really is a best friend. And what can i do but shut up... eat my pasta and on the random night i get away with eating sushi... i celebrate my small victory.
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love your blog :) I think this is funny, but you are right so true! My girlfriend makes ALL of her food...nothing processed and everything homemade (did I mention she has two kids under 3?? She's incredible!) anyhow, this family is thinnest, most fit and healthy family I've ever met...so I wonder is there something to this?? Making things fresh and then being able to indulge?? Maybe I'll ponder over it while I whip up a batch of choco chip cookies!!!!
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