I am NOT a Communist. (Much.)

So, I've become increasingly ...I wouldn't say MILITANT but...um, ENTHUSIASTIC about organic foods and feeding them to my children.  It seems like the more we learn about how we're poisoning our food supply with pesticides and additives, the more dangerous it seems to feed my girls meat and produce and dairy that isn't organic.

Really, I draw the line at saying I'm MILITANT about it because...well, there's ice cream.  My husband has his own edict about not buying ice cream if it has high fructose corn syrup in it, so it makes it hard to find ice cream that meets all of our standards without tasting like wet cardboard. Non-organic ice cream (without HFCS) is a staple in our house.  (We'd buy organic ice cream exclusively, but we have to balance that with the fact that we have private school tuition to pay.)

At any rate, during a recent Hamburger Night at the Cooper's, I insisted on making my own French Fries from organic potatoes.  I bought a curly fry cutter

and I peeled almost five pounds of potatoes (!) and spiral cut them. My husband fried them up (Classic Quote: "A man needs to know his place. Mine is in the garage with the deep fryer.") and I salted them with organic sea salt and served them.

They were delicious.

Jane Cooper, 10, refused to even try them, other than an obligatory nibble when she saw the homicidal look in my eyes.  She doesn't like change of any kind and if Ore-Ida fries were okay for every other Hamburger Night we've had (there haven't been many since my kids only discovered they LIKE hamburgers within the last year), then she saw no need for change.  Clearly, I am the MAN, always trying to keep her down.

So, um, then I got a message from the Universe.

Hmmm.

Coincidence?

I can't quite tell if this means I should stay the course in my organic obsession, or if maybe "MILITANT" is the appropriate adjective after all...