Sometimes you stumble on a brilliant small business in an unexpected place. We are now in the small Northland town of Maungaturoto situated on Provincial State Highway 12 and in front of us is a wonderful small business called Sunshine Organics.
If you’d asked me as a teenager what I thought of organics I’d have shrugged and said “nothing much”, but as I’ve gotten older and especially after having children I’ve become increasingly concerned about what’s in what we eat.
It’s a shocking fact that girls these days are routinely entering puberty at far younger ages than earlier generations; the fact that some nine and ten year old girls are menstruating already is accepted at school as “not the rule, but certainly no longer an extreme exception”, seriously makes me wonder at the cumulative effect on our bodies and those of our kids of the hormones, antibiotics, additives and preservatives in our food.
I’m shocked that when I try and roast a supermarket chicken that if I didn’t use a rack to elevate the bird off the bottom off the roasting pan, that so much water leaks out during cooking that it would be swimming rather than roasting. They are pumped full of hormones and water and goodness what else. I’ve stopped buying supermarket chickens for this very reason.
I look at the fact that when I was at school there were maybe one or two asthmatic kids in the whole school, a few kids had food allergies and the biggest group of kids with a “health problem” that needed surveillance were the kids like me who were allergic to the bee and wasp stings they got from the playing field grass.
Nowdays some kids have life threatening food allergies, peanuts are a massive problem, eczema and asthma cases in kids have exploded not only in number but in severity too.
I started reading food labels more carefully and to my horror I’m finding added sugar in almost everything these days, it’s in canned tomatoes, sauces and too many other products to mention. Even the bran flake cereal that looked healthy at first glance contains as much sugar in the packet as some of the products from the biscuit (cookie) isle. It seems there are “E” numbers everywhere too, with some products sporting more “E’s” than a pocket dictionary…
Escaping this barrage of processed food is hard when you live in a city and have no garden of your own.
I’d love to grow veggies of my own but our balconies are mostly in deep shade catching only late afternoon sun and we’ve had extremely limited gardening success using pots. A few years ago the Dutch government put out a health warning for broccoli, saying that due to chemicals present in the plants it was no longer considered safe to eat broccoli too often. Our family discontinued eating it for almost a year before we gave in and now have it occasionally.
I’ve become more interested in finding out where my food comes from and what’s in it.We’ve made the financial decision to try and increase the amount of organic fruit and veggies we eat but are finding it’s not always possible to get around mainstream mass produced veggies especially at certain times of the year.
We had good friends for dinner once and combined our cooking efforts, they had most of the ingredients for a salad and Himself was on a pine-nut kick at the time so added some extra veggies and topped it off with a good helping of pine-nuts from a new large packet he’d been delighted to score at the supermarket earlier that day.
The pine-nuts came from China and we thought nothing of it, until Himself and one of our friends contained after the meal that they didn’t feel so good, their skin was turning read and they started to scratch because it was so itchy. Himself know’s he’s allergic to hazelnuts but is ok with other stuff and since the symptoms didn’t get worse they just decided to put up with it, but it lasted a good few days before they were both properly better again.
We never suspected the pine-nuts until a week later Himself made another salad and wanted to put pine-nuts in it, I declined as I didn’t fancy them so he added them just to his. He was so sick that evening we had words about him needing to see a Doctor. (Agggh, men are stubborn!) He refused to go and rode out some horrific itching and rash which lasted more than three days and it was clear he was really feeling lousy even though he played it down as much as possible.
The mostly full large packet of pine-nuts got swiftly deported to the rubbish bin, but interestingly we later discovered that pine-nuts originating elsewhere than China don’t pose any problem for him at all.
I’m fast coming to the conclusion that our food is being tampered with to a degree that should be causing us far more concern than it does.
A good friend once said that the price of organic veggies would drop considerably if only every single shopper would buy just one organic product in their weekly shop… I think there’s a deep element of truth to this. I’m therefore delighted to find an organic shop that appears to be making a mark in a small community outside of the perceived traditional organic market of the big city.
There’s a beautiful shop here with even a veranda at the back where you can take a chair at a table and relax looking the the hill view behind the shop. If this isn’t the epitome of ”green” shopping I don’t know what is!