Fat

Butter

Buying ballet shoes aged 13 I was advised by a petite silver-haired lady that if I wanted to be a really good dancer I might try and lose a little weight. Leave off the butter on sandwiches, that sort of thing, she said. The idea of a stranger recommending an average-sized teenage girl go on a diet is worthy of a separate story; today, let’s concentrate on her advice.

“Leave off the butter”: that adage of the 1990s when fat was the enemy and the main job of food marketers was scribbling “low fat” on packaging. For decades, we bought skimmed milk, picked low-fat yoghurts, went sparingly with cheese. With conviction, we ditched butter for margarines made from plant-based oils and believed Boots when they told us a mini bag of pretzels was a “low fat” health-food snack.

20 years later I no longer aspire to be a ballet dancer and the situation is significantly more complex. In the media evidence accumulates that the low-fat diet has done nothing to control the world’s burgeoning waistline. Headlines read “The War on Fat is Over” and “High Fat, High Hopes”. Books and blogs on paleo, Atkins, bulletproof eating, all advocating plenty of grease, proliferate. From Glamour magazine to Good Housekeeping, health-giving recipes for oily fish, nuts and avocados are centre-spread. My son (four and a half years old), who has a predilection for butter, seems to instinctively agree. If you’ll let him (which I do on occasion), he’ll eat it in chunks direct from the dish. His favourite job when baking is greasing the tray, because he can lick off his fingers as he goes. And all the while, we wait for the mainstream healthy-eating rule book to be re-written.

Because, for all of this, fat has not yet been entirely rehabilitated to the realm of the nutritionally acceptable – especially not saturated fat. Counter headlines such as “Diets high in meat, eggs and dairy could be as harmful to health as smoking” undermine our confidence, as do recommendations on the NHS website for low fat dairy as opposed to its full fat counterpart and for a healthy breakfast smoothie made from banana, tinned mango, tinned peaches and water (little more than a glass of sugar). One of Boots’ best-selling health-food products is still the Shapers Strawberry Nougat Bar (low in fat but high in sugar); and at the other end of the food-consumer spectrum, Graze (an innovative food start-up aiming to post healthy snacks to our desks to graze on through the day) includes in their “light” snack box options such as sticky toffee pudding, made from rye flour, sugar and rapeseed oil, and dried apple rings with toffee sauce (not fatty but terribly sweet).

Widespread confusion is surely an inevitable consequence of such stark contradictions. Utterly confused myself and vaguely irritated, I decided I wanted to find out more. I read around – quite a lot and at length – but I cannot say that this has left me enlightened. My two most accurate conclusions are that a degree in biochemistry, perhaps even a PhD, would get me somewhat closer to the truth, and that science and food journalists seeking eye-catching headlines rather than solid information are a significant part of the problem.

A short summary of the few most useful ideas I gleaned (feel free to contradict):

  1. Some fats are very good for you – for your brain, heart, immune-system, general physical functioning, etc. These fats – monounsaturated and polyunsaturated – are found predominantly in fish, nuts, seeds, avocados, and olive oil and can be consumed generously. One caveat: olive oil is suitable for gentle sautéing but not deep fat frying (it’s too unstable and over the long run that might do you harm).
  2. The verdict is not as clear on saturated fats, as found in fatty meat, butter and coconut oil, but there are enough recent studies which suggest that these are not actually harmful at all (in normal amounts that is). My personal hunch based on what I’ve read is that it’s fine and nutritious but given the lack of a firm nod in either direction, you might want to avoid completely overdoing it (as with almost any food).
  3. Trans fats are the real baddies – for your heart, your health and your happiness – so much so that some countries (not Britain and the US) have banned them. In the few instances trans fats occur naturally, they are not thought to be dangerous. It’s the trans fats in partially hydrogenated fats – liquid vegetable oils heavily processed to become solid – that are the problem. Less likely to spoil, partially hydrogenated fats are used in many products with a long shelf-life, such as supermarket cakes, biscuits and sweeties. They used to be in margarines too, but most brands have significantly reduced the amount following bad press in the 1980s. Be warned if you’re often tempted by take-away: partially hydrogenated fats can withstand repeated heating without breaking down, making them ideal for frying fast food.

I am yet to find real definitive answers, particularly on saturated fats, but based on everything I’ve read with my laywoman’s understanding, here’s my advice:

  1. Eat fat and don’t count calories.
  2. Indulge in plenty of fish – especially wild salmon, mackerel and sardines.
  3. Treat yourself to a high quality extra virgin olive oil for salad dressings. Don’t waste your time with sunflower oil or rapeseed oil (too high in omega-6 – I’ll write about this another day) and be sure to skip shop-bought or restaurant salad dressings (unless it’s a fancy restaurant) because they’re invariably made from low quality oil and lots of sugar.
  4. Sauté (gentle frying of, for example, onions for a tomato sauce) on a low heat with olive oil, but replace this with butter or coconut oil if you want to fry something hotter. Use butter, ghee or coconut oil for roasting vegetables.
  5. Eggs are one of the most perfectly nutritious foods around. We’re lucky to have them, so eat them, and all of them, often.
  6. Generously daub butter on vegetables (and bread if you like to eat it).
  7. Enjoy cheese, cream (and meat if you choose), but don’t gorge.

More than just detox January

Roast cauliflower
We painted, the children and I, last Sunday afternoon, newspapers spread out on the kitchen floor, fingers and old clothes smeared with those lurid colours of children’s paint boxes which nothing really ever is. In such moments, as idly swirl abstract patterns on my own piece of paper, I often think about how tempting it is for adults to take charge with children; to tell them what to paint, which colours to paint it, what adult-assumed detail to add. Adults do it with adults too: why else would most work performance reviews be really just a barrage of minor corrections equivalent to the adult suggesting the child add a nose to their gloriously noseless, pink, three-legged robot. The result? We become skilled in doing what we are told, but we don’t feel terribly satisfied doing it. Experience tells us that a real understanding of the basics followed by the odd helpful nudge is far better.

I joined Instagram in December: to see what all the noise was about and with the woolly hopes of promoting this blog. I could not resist following a few foodie gurus, so now it’s January and my phone is flooded with wheatgrass smoothies, braised kale and turmeric-infused chickpeas. I am not complaining – the images are beautiful and the ideas interesting – but there is something in amongst those many shades of green that reminds me of the children and their paintings. Continue reading

Lunch at Silo

(1) Doug door

Founder and Head Chef Douglas McMaster opening Silo’s door

 

Light the fireworks and pop the champagne: Of Slender Means returns. The inspiration that broke my six-month social media hiatus? Lunch at Silo – Brighton’s newest and hottest lunch spot.

Apart from a visit to a raw food cafe in San Francisco (the place of dreams) in 2009, I am not sure I have ever left a restaurant feeling so wonderfully light and so resoundingly happy to have spent my money there. In both concept and execution, Silo – which describes its food as “pre-industrial” and itself as the first zero-waste restaurant – is a dining miracle. The simplicity, sustainability, and creativity permeating its ethos are so close to the ambitions of this blog (though Silo founder and head chef Douglas McMaster – former BBC Young Chef of the Year, with St John and Noma on his CV – admittedly has the upper hand in culinary talents and compost systems … ) I felt the restaurant had almost been created for me. Just reading the menu on Silo’s website had my mouth watering – freshly caught fish, fermented brown rice risotto, beetroot juice, seaweed salsa … Continue reading

Spoiling

Peaches 2When a child throws himself on the floor and wails because he cannot have what he wishes for, we wrinkle up our noses and mutter to ourselves disapprovingly, “spoilt brat”. This is no compliment; look up “to spoil” in the dictionary and you’ll find “to diminish or impair the quality or character by excessive indulgence.” But why the lesson in language?

Cast your eye over your Facebook feed until you find that frequently used post-birthday refrain, “Thanks everyone, I had a lovely day and feel well and truly spoilt”. In being spoilt, it seems, we feel loved and cherished. The act of spoiling is something to be celebrated – and it’s this new, positive use of the word, which I believe is so revealing about our relationship with food. Continue reading

An ode to strawberries

Strawberry plant 1

We have been feasting on strawberries. Each day, I walk to the strawberry seller at the end of our road and buy a kilo for 5 euros. A third of these I take with me for the children to eat on the way home from nursery. The rest we devour at the end of our evening meal – a great bowlful in the middle of the table, green stalks cast off on our dirty plates.

One of the most evocative fruits (though pedants among you will say they are not really fruits at all – bearing their seeds on the outside and being only accessories to these), summer without strawberries is hard to imagine. Quartered and sugared with a dollop of cream, or rinsed and left with the stalks on, the sight of these plump red jewels conjures up an array of images: a hot day in the fields with friends; the cool shade of the living room with the thwack of the tennis ball on the telly; scones with Granny as the summer rain drips down outside the art gallery window; pudding in the late fading light in the back garden; one more glass of warm Pimm’s by the river before the university holidays start. Continue reading

In the children’s play centre

Orange junk food

Being away may make me neglect writing this blog, but not thinking about it. Its original intent guides me through most days and leaves me scribbling notes on napkins. One such stained and biro-covered beauty, which I shall recount here, happened to be from a children’s play centre we visited out of desperation on the very wettest day of our recent trip. Big bumpy slides, snot-smeared ball pools, luminous cushion-covered climbing frames – you know the scene.

On arrival, despite their mother’s preference for back gardens, my two four-year-olds went racing off with excited screeches to clamber over squashy purple triangles and throw themselves head first down the least terrifying slide they could find. I chose a seat and took out my book, only to be too distracted to read. Continue reading

Talk about food – or salmon for dinner

Wild Salmon 2The purpose of food has become hazy. As I see it, this ‘purpose’ (too grand a word perhaps) is twofold: providing our bodies with the best possible fuel available; and, with its taste, smell, and appearance, providing us with a great sensual pleasure. For this haziness, our busy lives are partly at fault, as they leave us no time to prepare or even think about food. But the language of food marketing, full of false promises and hyperbole, should take some of the blame – and is, indeed, my main concern here. Continue reading

Tales from the soda stream

Apple on desk

In the office space I share with a collection of other freelancing nomads, we are equipped, beyond the desk and chair, with a soda stream and a coffee machine. There is a small kitchen too, but here I am mostly concerned with the gadgets.

From my modest desk in the middle of the room, I have observed an interesting and perhaps more than anecdotal trend. To excuse my apparent lack of attention to my work, I should add that both machines whizz and fizz so loudly that they are near impossible to ignore. Crouch behind my laptop and stare furiously at the screen as I may, I cannot help but notice the comings and goings. Continue reading

Fresh from the greengrocers – an ode to purple sprouting broccoli

Purple sprouting broccoli

Would we eat better if cookery programmes were axed from the telly? Almost certainly. Inspiration for the few, oppression for the many: it’s my theory that they set absurdly unrealistic expectations of the meals we should serve up on the table each evening. Creamed this, glazed that, breaded, roasted, toasted, marinated; nothing short of a restaurant-style meal will do.

Most recipe books (written often by same said TV chefs) are just as bad. And, slave to their instructions, we scour the supermarket shelves for expensive and exotic goods. Quick fix 30-minute, nay 15-minute recipes books may pose as more straightforward, but in requiring their own host of unseasonable fare or flavour cheats – curry paste or, worse, ketchup – are merely a milder symptom of the same problem. Continue reading

Chia and me

Solitary woman

When I started this blog at the beginning of the year, I was full of ardent intent to create a simple and sensible guide to eating and living well. It started off as planned: alongside the blogging, I ate three sensible and delicious meals a day with the odd nutritious snack (almonds, an apple, a couple of dried apricots) thrown in for good measure. Generally, I felt light and happy.

But at some point between then and now, I became seduced, and utterly so, by the roguish promises of health food blogs. Admittedly, this fate is hard to avoid if you spend your evenings scouring the internet for interesting and nutritious recipes because most of these are on health blogs promoting (probably paid to promote) all sorts of faddish ingredients. Both my ongoing penchant for ‘clean’ foods and hard-to-shake-off habit of looking for magic-bullet foods had weakened my resistance. Continue reading