Is fat in our foods really the problem? We seem to think so, even with all the sugar and starches, and other additives and flavor enhancers. I am not
nutritionist, no more so than the average guy that has to rely on himself to eat right. So in that respect it seems we all are expected to be enough
of a nutritionist to watch after our own diet. But I have my doubts that dietary fat is the real culprit, fat satisfies and a little bit is quite
filling. So it is natural then that fat tells us we're full. I think the real culprit in our obese society is umami, or at least the flavor enhancers
that mask junk food to fool our systems into thinking it is good. Let me tell you a story.
Who's ya Daddy?
Fat. That "fat" guy with the schmaltzy tongue, he's the one we most often want to blame for all our weight troubles. Very satisfying what he is
saying to us, apparently, because it seems we all like what he has to say. It's obvious we don't trust him completely and we try not to invite him
to dinner, but he seems to be the one who most reliably lets us know when we've had enough.
On the other hand, it's umami who keeps urging us on past the brink. "Come on, have another bite. Just one more, OK?" And we trust her completely.
But it is her that is going to get us in trouble.
Umami (IPA: [uː mɑː mi]), popularly referred-to as savoriness is one of the five basic tastes together with sweet, sour, bitter and salty. Umami is
a loanword from the Japanese umami (うま味?) meaning "good taste", "deliciousness". en.wikipedia.org...
In its basic form we can recognize it as the universal flavor enhancer, MSG, almost pure umami. MSG had a bad rap but we forgave her. It's perfectly
OK in moderation, we're told. But it is for the purpose of immoderation that it is added. It is the non-descript flavor that is put there to get you
hooked and keep you coming back for more. Have you ever tasted MSG by itself? Bleccch! Better grab something to wash it down, and something else just
to be on the safe side.
Umami is the flavor put in potato chips and other junk food that makes it addicting. "Bet you can't eat one," she taunts. So we do, then another,
and another, then we turn around and blame the fat schmaltz. Before we get to the bottom of the bag he's already told us we've had enough, but then
umami urges us on again, "Aw c'mon. Just one more." So we do, then in short time it takes its toll when we look in the mirror, disgusted by that
extra flab, and then we blame it all on fat.
Ol' fat daddy tells you, "Enough!" Perhaps he is the one you should have listened to after all. Don't blame him for what umami done to you.