This article is perfect timing. One of the most surgery holidays is fast approaching – Easter! I drive Lutz nuts every time he picks up a store-bought granola cereal. Here’s how the conversation goes:
I say, “check the label.”
He says, “it’s organic.”
I say, “they are often the worst!”
He says, “That’s crazy”!
Then we take fifteen minutes to compare the products and bam! I’m usually right. It’s not just granola but most canned goods, packaged “diet foods,” and “gluten-free” goods have so much sugar. Wait until you take the time to read what’s inside the meats you buy.
I’m unsure which will kill me first, the sugar or the gluten!
If you want some tricks of your own to read the tricky words used on labels for sugar, this article is for you.
I'm Melinda Stevens and living the life of a beach bum was inevitable since my father was a lifeguard for the city of Los Angeles. My memories of growing up on John Street in Manhattan Beach, California were filled with joy, excitement and adventures; until my world, as I knew it, fell apart when we moved to Del Mar, California. My father was offered the position as Captain of the lifeguards and we started the slow migration to the small deserted stretch of beach in 1963. At twelve years old, this seemed like the end of my life. Remember, I’m writing with clear hindsight now, ok somewhat clearer… Little did I know this would be the beginning of a new journey and give a bit more clarity to many of the events that led me to this new cooking adventure.