Current trends in nutrition preach the benefits of eating a seasonal diet in accordance with where you live. This nutritional theory encourages eating locally grown food, preferably native to the geographic area you reside in and in accordance with what is in season for best health. Eating papaya in February in Wisconsin doesn’t exactly jibe with this.
We’re so used to seeing bananas in our produce section, at our health club snack bar or even at the gas station check out stand that it doesn’t usually occur to us that bananas are not indigenous to North America. There was a time when air-shipped bananas from the Chiquita farms in Costa Rica, Panama, Honduras and Guatemala were not found in an American grocery store produce section – so, people did not eat them. The modern convenience of importing and exporting our food supply is something we often take for granted.
I totally "get" and embrace this "eat local" trend – it’s a throwback to a "natural" way of living and consumption. It encourages community food production and support of your regional economy – both of which I am all for.
But, sometimes cravings win out.
In complete rebellion against seasonal or local eating, I have been indulging in some major pineapple action. Maybe it was the anticipation of our recent trip to Oahu, where the Dole Plantation produces a bounty of this spiky fruit. We drove by the pineapple fields, which surprised me with their low profile. I somehow envisioned that pineapples grew on trees, not on short, stocky plants.
Or perhaps this pineapple frenzy was the product of an instinctual pull toward the enzyme Bromelain in response to my hand injury that is still plaguing me. Pineapple contains tons of this enzyme known for its anti-inflammatory and healing properties. Forward-thinking surgeons often prescribe Bromelain as a post-procedure supplement to assist with bruising and swelling.
Bromelain also helps with digestion, which can be wonky while traveling, so consum…Read more...