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I’ve been called a “crunchy” mom, which makes me laugh, because the truth is that I’m the farthest thing from a treehugger you could ever find. But when I pull out organic granola bars or Earth’s Best cookies at a playdate, I always seem to get, “Oh you’re into organic.” (Organic being said in the same tone of voice that breast-feeding Nazis say “formula.”) And this is what I can’t understand—I’m just trying to be a good mom, like everyone else out there, and I’m being made fun of because of it.
Sometimes instead of being met with scorn, I get blank or puzzled expressions when I talk about avoiding “partially hydrogenated oils” or “high fructose corn syrup.” This worries me. I find it hard to believe that the educated women I’m hanging around with have absolutely no idea about what’s in the food their children are eating.
My rule of thumb while grocery shopping is “if I can’t understand the ingredients, I don’t want to eat it.” I’ve been living that way for the past five years, and after a lifetime of weight issues, I’ve finally gotten to a point where I’m at a good weight, and I eat everything I want to. I feel good about that, and I feel good about the foods I feed my children. So please, try not to rain on my organic parade.