The Oil Crisis

My mom is here. She is a good cook. It is her identity. It is her place of security… the kitchen.

Obviously I didn’t inherit that … as I hate the kitchen as a place to be day in and day out.

The boys love her cooking. She loves cooking for them. I hear her on the phone to her sisters… telling them what the boys had her make that day.

Here is the thing… Indian food is not low in fat. Well I suppose there are ways to make it healthy… but then you lose the taste.

The key is the oil. Or butter.

This is a picture of the oil I buy that is usually reserved for a few things I may cook that requires oil other than olive oil.

This particular jug would likely last me who knows how long. But I never have a chance to find out, as my mom visits often enough that it disappears.

This jug of oil was bought December 24th. This picture was taken December 26th. Alarmed???

I am horrified. I am wondering how I made it through childhood? In defense of the oil level there was deep frying of food items twice, which does consume more oil. But still…

I am curious how long this jug will last? Knowing I am trying hard to lose weight and am being conscious of what I am eating… my mom will say, “I hardly put any oil in it.”

I am a bit alarmed. I can’t continue to let my children eat food that is oil drenched …. clogging up their arteries… yet that would devastate them and my mom. So I have to find that fine line….