I’m grateful for the “Doggie Bag.”It helps this Type 2 Diabetic with portion control. If I ask for a container when I order my food, I put half in it as soon as my dinner hits the table. This prevents me from “enjoying” it too much, gives me a meal for the next day and prevents waste. I just wish they wouldn’t use styrofoam containers (Our poor planet!); depending on what I’m eating, I often ask them to wrap it in aluminum foil.
There’s an interesting history behind the proverbial “Doggie Bag.” In many countries, asking for a take-home container is considered vulgar. In the U.S., this practice is commonplace and sometimes applauded — even in fine-dining restaurants. It’s looked at as a way to avoid waste and this is great in helping our environment.
In Paris, the City of Lights, the practice of taking home leftovers after dining has long been a faux pas. Thanks to the 21st Century, Parisians are finally accepting this practice. A law was passed and went into effect on January 1st., in an effort to cut down on the enormous amount of food waste. The French have replaced the term “le doggy bag” with “le gourmet bag.” 🙂
On the Italian front, the “cartoccio” or Italy’s version of the “doggy bag” is finally being embraced. Combatting food waste has become a priority, as a result of a summit in Italy on global food sustainability.
It was just a few days ago that our flags were flying proudly. BBQ’s reigned! We enjoyed fireworks booming and lighting up the skies, patriotic songs pouring from the voices of grateful Americans celebrating our Independence Day. It was fun, in person or just viewing it all on tv.
Watching television is difficult right now. Flags are not proudly flying — tears are flowing. Tears of sorrow, running down our faces, for the families and friends who have lost their loved ones — senselessly. Men, just trying to do their job, killed.
I was thinking about the Statue of Liberty, that incredible gift from France so many years ago. Her symbolism is clear. She stands tall, a welcoming symbol, inviting people, not from our shores, to join us in working towards the American Dream— life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. I picture her today, frowning, tears streaming down her face.
We’d better get on track — and I’m not talking about diabetes!
PARIS is a magical city filled with people who are loyal to their country.
Watching the horrendous events of the last two days has filled me with sorrow. The Parisians are a fun-loving, strong group of patriots who won’t be taken down by these hideous acts. I think it’s only fitting to bring this discussion to a blog dedicated to diabetes. French food is FABULOUS — they take eating seriously. Their portions are just right, which may have something to do with the health and wellness of their people. The city is their gym. The hustle and bustle of Paris serves to keep Parisians thin and walking is what they do — all the time.
Shopping in small markets is the way to go. The French, food shop, oftentimes every day. I’ve seen men and women stopping into stores carrying a canvas bag or basket, just to pick up a loaf of bread, some pastries, a bottle of wine. They know how to live! Simply, gracefully.
Please keep the people of France, especially Paris, in your thoughts and prayers during this awful time of distress.