Bon appetit!
A little bit of food and a little bit of culture
Perfection
"So you see, imagination needs moodling- long, inefficient, happy idling, dawdling and puttering." -Brenda Veland
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Ok, now in all seriousness. This week was the first week of grad school classes and to put it simply, the things I learned were baby stats and Temple Grandin. That's because the only course that was actually normal was Quantitative Methods and my classmates and I spent six hours straight with Temple Grandin on Thursday. If you don't know who Temple Grandin is, shame on you! No, not really. She's just one of the most influential people in the field of Animal Welfare, specifically on the agriculture side. So influential in fact that she was listed in the 2010 edition of Time Magazine's 100 most influential people. She has been working for 40 years to improve the welfare and treatment of farm animals. Her biggest contributions are the livestock handling facilities that she designed and the objective scoring system she developed for meat packing plant auditors. Her facilities are used all around the world, including the US, Europe, Canada, Mexico, Australia, and New Zealand. She is also a Professor of Animal Science at Colorado State University. What sets her apart from other well-known advocates, and what she attributes her success to, is the fact that she is autistic. She believes that she is better able to understand the way animals think and act because autism makes her think and act in a similar way.
Honesty, I must admit that I'm not the biggest fan of Temple Grandin. I respect her work, I applaud her efforts, but I have never been enamored by her success or placed her on the list of personal heroes who I would love to meet, talk to, and/or work with. In part I find her abrasive, even in her books, which might be due in part to her autism. Another reason is that I disagree with her on some fundamental beliefs. For example (not surprisingly), we disagree strongly on dietary practices. In the lectures and small group discussions on Thursday, she had nothing good to say about vegan diets and even placed vegetarian diets below meat-eating ones. Also, she believes the practice of consuming local foods rather than purchasing food from the large commercialized system is only possible for the upper classes. I definitely got the feeling that her support for urban farming and a return to local was very, very weak. A local, diverse, balanced vegetarian diet is what I would say I'm most passionate about and to have her belittle that was disappointing. Instead of arguing with her and trying to make her see my point, I sat back and swallowed my pride. Why? First of all, she's been working in her field for 40 years, simply put: there's not a great chance of her changing her ways now. But, more importantly: the work she does is not work I would be able to do but it has improved animal welfare. Everyone in the field contributes their own little bit to the process and for me, meeting Temple Grandin was a real-world illustration of how changing the world can best be accomplished by us accepting everyone else's role in the process and doing our part rather than bickering about what view is "right". Maybe there really is a "bickering" role but it definitely isn't mine. I like to make a difference through actions rather than words. So, how I see it is that now that Temple Grandin's filled the position of improving the welfare of animals heading to slaughter, the next generation can step in and maybe take it one, or two, or even three steps further. Thanks to Temple Grandin we have a foot in the door with the agricultural giants, not something that the extreme animal rights activists who attack all meat-eaters can say. The activists have their work to do, Temple Grandin has hers, and I have mine.
The upside of having my own garden is that every week I have fresh veggies that taste wonderful and were brought to my table by foot (my feet to be exact, and well my hands too, and the rest of my body really...) The downside? I'm drowning in tomatoes! Also, the other day I came home from Stop 'n Shop (all you Midwesterners, think Meijer or Kroger, and all of you WAs think Fred Meyer) with a perfectly ripe peach. And I mean perfect (commence French finger kissing imitation, muah!).