Manhattan media insiders tell me that nobody actually reads the Sun, which is the only logical explanation for the bit of whimsy perpetrated there recently:
Well, stop the fucking presses, smack me on the ass, and call me Wilford Brimley.
At Whole Foods, which charges $7.99 a pound for food at its salad
bars, containers come in two sizes that can accommodate generous
portions: The smaller holds 36 fluid ounces and the larger holds 54
fluid ounces. Competitors offer containers that come in a variety of
sizes as well.
Health experts, physicians, and nutritionists said it is difficult
for people to sample appropriate-size portions, which they defined as
one-half cup, or four ounces, of one prepared food item.
"Visually, you'd want to fill the space," a cardiac surgeon known
for making frequent appearances on "The Oprah Winfrey Show," Dr. Mehmet
Oz, said.
"The average person who is going to a salad bar is overeating," a
registered dietician who is a spokeswoman for the American Dietetic
Association, Keri Gans, said.
By my reckoning, this is three kinds of sad: 1) Actual health care professionals rolling out the "what you don't know about ____ can kill you" gambit favored by third-place local newscasts during sweeps months 2) That there is a cardiac surgeon who is famous for his appearances on Oprah, and 3) The chilling suspicion that there might actually be readers for whom this would represent useful service journalism.
For the suspicion in #3 to be true, the semantic slipperiness of the word "salad" would have to be beyond the grasp of the average Whole Foods shopper. To review: "salad," as in "I'll just have a salad," refers usually to a lettuce-based preparation of leafy green vegetables, as such, potentially healthy.* "Salad," however, can also refer to just about any refrigerated and prepared food, such as egg salad. A "Salad Bar" usually contains some of each kind of salad item. One could a) make a salad of baby spinach and cherry tomatoes with a light splash of vinaigrette, or b) fix yourself a pail of sausage gravy, and call it a salad. As such, the salad bar represents a series of choices, sort of like eating in general. If your idea of a light meal includes a pound of Southern Sweet Potato Salad,* not even Oprah's cardiologist can save you.
*And the "vegan chicken delight" would delight whom, exactly? Lovers of conundrums? Those who make croutons out of the square root of -1?
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