I guess my problem, if it is one, is this: Fear. Everything frightens and worries us now - even our food. One of the few things in life that we can take individual pleasrue in, and we gotta muck it up with worry and doubt. So much so, it seems, that we cant accept what good we DO encounter.
For example, I did a little looking at life expectancies throughout history. The following lifespans emerged, based on historical periods:
Upper Paleolithic 33
Neolithic 20
Bronze Age and Iron Age 35+
Classical Greece 28
Classical Rome 28
Pre-Columbian North America 25-30
Medieval Islamic Caliphate 35+
Medieval Britain 30
Early Modern Britain 40+
Early 20th Century 30-45
Current world average 67.2
The striking thing here is that we didnt achieve significant increases in lifespan until modern times. Admittedly, historic man had problems we dont suffer from, but take a look at the current world average. It's nearly doubled in only the short span of 100 years. For eons, we could hardly expect to go 40 and in a century - BAM!! - it's doubled.
In the UK and the US, we currently enjoy an average lifespan of around 80+ years!
This increase didnt just happen by chance. It was the result of a concerted effort to increase both the quality and dignity of human life. The means to do this? Science, primarily, no small part of which is associated with agriculture and food production. Medicine and health care knowledge, played a part, too, as did worldwide economic changes.
It weren't Nature, wheat bread or Birkenstock sandals that did it, dear reaader. It was human ingenuity.
Okay, now we are living longer, better lives. So, why do we have to sully that with the, But Statement." You know, the one where we say,
Yeah, we live longer than ever before, but
...and then we count off the litany of food related horrors currently making the news, the ones that are surely knocking us off.
Admittedly, too much of anything is bad. That's a given.
But what is it about our modern psyche that gives us such wonders of accomplishment, yet also causes us to revile and feel guilty for them at the same time?
Im thinking that maybe, just maybe, we should embrace cheese-doodles as our friends, instead of as the enemy.