Wednesday, August 27, 2014




Is it Just A Can of Beans?

by Mary Higgins, B.S., M.Ed.


On how many occasions do you serve beans? Red kidney beans in the chili; yellow wax beans; cannellini beans with the pasta? In my family, green beans are a staple at the Thanksgiving table. They accompany the Easter Ham and my mother makes a mean three-bean salad with chickpeas, kidney beans and green beans for summer cookouts. Although green beans may seem mundane, I’ll bet you’ve found delicious ways to eat them, hot or cold.

In tough economic times, it makes sense to eat some canned foods. Do you ever wonder, though, if eating canned will compromise your health? When food is canned, the mineral content including potassium, selenium, zinc and copper is preserved but unfortunately the high heat used during the canning process destroys some vitamins that are “heat labile” or heat sensitive. This happens to two B-vitamins as well as to Vitamin C.

Although viewed by many as inferior to fresh, some vegetables, canned at the height of crispness, may contain more nutrients than unprocessed. Some fresh produce sitting on a truck for hours loses vitamin content. At one time, canned vegetables were filled with much more than the food pictured on the label. Water, sugar, chemicals used to preserve color and texture, MSG, and salt under various other names filled the cans.
Many homemakers rinse canned beans then drain them before serving, removing most of the salt. But since minerals as well as some vitamins dissolve in water; they are throwing away most of the nutrients!

Beans labeled “reduced salt” are now on the market. You’ll see only three ingredients on the label: beans, water and salt. Sometimes the chelating agent, EDTA, is added as a preservative to keep the green color but the sodium content is dramatically lower. (140 mg. compared to 800 mg. that may have been present twenty years ago). Many food companies utilize sea salt which is stronger, therefore less salt is needed.


Canned Dried Beans
The USDA Standard for Grades of Canned Dried Beans states that:
“Canned dried beans is the product prepared from dry
mature beans or peas used for canning but not including
soy beans, sweet peas or early peas.”
Unlike a garden or green bean, picked before maturity, dried beans are loaded with protein and can form a major part of a meal. Just add a grain such as rice or bulgur. It is important to rinse these beans to remove salt and make them more digestible.


The Lining of the Cans
A bigger consumer threat today lurks inside the liner of aluminum cans. Foods with a high acid content, such as tomatoes, reacts with the metal of the cans. Therefore since the 1950‘s, manufacturers coat some cans with a plastic liner. Now new concern arises about a toxic ingredient called Bis-phenol A (BPA) in the liner. This ingredient of plastic, migrates into the food coming into contact with it causing damage to several systems including the heart, the brain and the balance of hormones. BPA acts as a form of estrogen in the body putting pregnant women and children who consume foods in contact with it, at higher risk. Parents may wish to limit the amount of canned and bottled foods given to children.

Good News!
The news is hopeful with one manufacturer. Eden Organic Foods, sells their line of canned foods without this lining. In Japan, the use of BPA in cans is no longer in use. Hopefully more manufacturers will listen to the concerns of American consumers and follow that lead.

Wednesday, August 20, 2014





















Italian Poppy

by Lauraine Alberetti Lombara



The red poppy beckons me back to Italy,
Crimson fields carpeting the river by the mill.
The flower of sleep and forgetfulness
Causes me to remember…
Warm air, gentle breezes, luminous light, fleeting shadows.
Colors of my being: sienna, ochre, burnt umber.
Tiles and facades, ancient ruins,
Hillsides and valley, plowed earth,
Azure sky and verdant grass-
Counterpoints to the terra cotta hues.
I remain in the country and the country remains in me,
Coloring my days and nights.


Wednesday, August 13, 2014




Bird Funeral  from Act III

By Elizabeth Aharonian Moon


 ---It's dead.
---No, maybe it's just sleeping. Look how it's laying flat on the grass.
---Birds don't do that. When they sleep they put their head under their wing. That's how my grandmother's canary sleeps. And she covers his cage first so he'll think it's night. His name is Dickie..
---So, if it's dead we should bury it. Or burn it. They did that with my grandpa.
---But we don't have a shovel or a box. And we don't have matches.
The children were walking home from school; it was lunch hour and though one parent or another drove them to school in the early morning, it was “good exercise” to walk home in “the fresh air” at noon. No one ever stayed in school for lunch, and if someone did, it was because the mother worked—at the hardware store, or at the hospital. All other mothers were home, doing the laundry, making a casserole for supper, changing sheets.
---We could use the heels of our shoes to dig the hole—it doesn't have to be big or really deep.
---Then we could cover it with weeds or some dandelions.
---Does it need a stone? Or a cross like in the cemetery near the park downtown?
---We could just use a rock or two twigs maybe. Or both.
The children dug with their heels and soon a mound of dirt grew at either end of the hole. Making extra room for the bird's stiff legs, they lay it gently in the hole and covered it with dirt, patting it down firmly with the soles of their shoes.
---I know. We should sing a song, or I don't know, say a prayer.
--What song? What prayer?
---We could say The Pledge of Allegiance.
---Or I could sing What a friend we have in Jesus. I learned part of that in Sunday School.
---I remember at my grandpa’s funeral, they waved perfume up and down the aisles. It smelled like my father after he shaved.
---Let's just say good bye.
---And bow our heads.
---Good-bye, bird. Good-bye.
They walked the rest of the way home quickly, wondering out loud about the bird's family and how it would get along without him. Or, they wondered, what if it was a -her? How would they get along without her? When they turned the corner onto their street, they saw their mothers, right there at the curb, hands planted firmly on their hips, lips pursed, feet tapping.
---Where were you? What were you doing? What took you so long? Their voices rose like a chorus of two.
---We weren't doing anything. Can I have a peanut butter and jelly?
--- We just walked slow. Can I have soup? Chicken noodle, maybe, or chicken and stars?