No unidentified frying object here

We're very lucky to be living where we live.  Within a few blocks we have access to a range of market and organic produce shops and dry ingredients stores to purchase without packaging.  My supermarket shop now is not much more than cat food (unavoidable, for this cat anyway) and non food items like loo paper.  Knowing what ingredients we're eating is important to me.  Having worked in food manufacturing and a dairy I'm probably more aware than most that most of these large companies don't put nutrition and welfare of animals as the top priority. Executive bonuses just don't work that way.  Processed food in my opinion is becoming more cheaply produced and more expensive to buy.  The nutritional value of some products I suspect wouldn't rise much above the consumption of the packaging.  Making your meals from scratch, meaning purchasing quality ingredients and knowing what's in your food is a good path to good nutrition.  But even saying that, it's getting harder to find vegetables that have actually seen soil, cows that have seen a blade of grass and fruit that hasn't seen a birthday.  That's not to say we should all give up on food we love, food for celebration and food just because it's a treat. Home made chocolate brownies can sit on my cake stand any day.  These ones don't have palm oil, coconut oil, compound stale chocolate, anything squeezed out of a tube, raising agents, egg powder (whatever that is) or any other unidentified frying object.  Every time I bake my own, I hear the tiny whithering sound of a major food manufacturing bonus reducing that little bit more.   

 

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