IMG_1397.jpgFor the first time in a long time, I spent a week pretty much away from the Internet (okay, there were a few 15-20-minute spells to monitor some urgent business, but it sure felt as if I was away from it).

In reading over email from the last week, it looks as if the California campaign to overturn the October legislation on coliform standards has bogged down—or at least is experiencing some dissension—over which law firm to engage to challenge the legislation, or even whether to file a suit. As a couple of readers point out, there is also news out of Kansas about 87 people becoming ill from raw milk and, as usual, no comment included from the accused dairies. I’ll try to find out more about these matters, and if anyone has info, feel free to share it.

 

I thought the survey several readers referred to in my previous post, about sustainable farming and buying local, was extremely interesting—another indication of the passionate interest in nutritious food. It looked to me as if the affirmation of government involvement may relate to the simultaneous concern about food from China—as in, it would be nice if our government really did protect us from dangerous food from that part of the world.

 

I spent last week in the Dominican Republic, with my family, celebrating a major birthday. What kind of holiday would it be if food and health issues weren’t lurking in the background?

 

We gathered in the Dominican Republic because it offered a warm winter destination and an activity everyone in my family could share enthusiastically—baseball. It’s winter league time there, so we stayed near a Dominican winter league town, la Romana (a seaside city of about 500,000 people), home of the Toros.

 

On two nights, we hired a cab, and headed for the old ball park—akin to a minor league park in the U.S. Much of the game is a throw-back to old times in the U.S.—players run out ground balls and the whole team greets an outfielder who throws a runner out at the plate.

 

Each of the evenings we attended was “Ladies Night”, with free admission for all women—when was the last time a U.S. major league team had one of those?

 

Beers were $2.25, and the vendors kept a tab if you didn’t have the right change.

 

The food thing got a little dicey when we moved beyond beer, though. Pop corn? Well, that was provided by a vendor carrying a yellow trash-can-full of the stuff, and shoveling it into small paper bags as people bought. The peanuts were already shelled, and had been placed into small plastic bags hand-taped shut. Soda was poured into plastic cups filled with ice that was first scooped by hand from a bin.

 

I had some beer, but decided to skip the popcorn, peanuts, and soda (aside from the fact I’m not a soda person to begin with). Much as I wanted to see whether my raw-milk-fortified gut could fend off whatever might be in the popcorn or peanuts, I decided that a long-planned family vacation wasn’t the place I wanted to play risk-and-dare.

 

Another interesting custom: along about the fourth inning of the game, large plastic bags full of empty soda bottles circulated among the fans. Isn’t that great, I thought, they’re into recycling here. Turns out, I had the situation backwards. The recycled bottles were being passed out to the fans, not collected, so they could bang them on seats as noisemakers to encourage the Toros. (The little girl in the photo is doing her thing.)

 

A fun time was had by all, and maybe next time I’ll try my luck with the open-bin food.