My kids won't eat bread. Let me explain.
Last year while putting myself last on the food chain, soy made me blow up. The added rice, bread, beans and pasta made my joints hurt. Not good, considering I'm still one of the younger people in any room.
How do I know these foods make my joints hurt? Because once I stop eating them I start to bounce out of bed without body or emoting sound effects.
Not wanting to eat industrial quantities of meat to fill the gap, I simply added more salad, fruit smoothies and nuts in my day.
Did I lose weight? Maybe a little. But the better body composition makes me get approached by more strangers, which is good for the ego, and keep up with the twenty-somethings in my Kickboxing class (which is also good for the ego).
Because I put my family through my Neolithic Phase (eating foods invented or discovered in the past ten thousand years, but only with less animals), I didn't want to subject them to my Paleolithic Phase (only eating from food groups our more distant human ancestors had access to) if it turned out to be yet another phase.
Go to www.marksdailyapple.com for the theory behind it. All I know is I feel better.
I went shopping as per usual, and I would bring home a token loaf of bread. I would cook a meat dish and a vegetable side dish, or a vegetable soup with bread on the side. Interestingly, the family never touched the bread! Were they subconsciously modeling me, because I didn't touch it?
Weeks passed. The bread got moldy or stale. I stopped buying the stuff. Then the cry came for bread. I bought it. Eventual mold. As the months went by, it was like a dance. I got different varieties from the store. It ended up as bird food. Tired of wasting my money, I was done.
I say, "I get you flatbread, I get you cinnamon bread, I get you rolls, I get you croissants, I get you Wonder Bread, I get you fancy bakery bread from the real bakery store..."
"But you never get normal bread! Yooouuu know!"
No, I do not know. For I get that too.
So now I continue to buy food that no one eats, but that they always want in the house. It is a symbol of a well stocked kitchen, of plenty, of more than enough.
But the birds thank me.