Are we there yet?

I am sure many of you have been on a long car ride when someone mutters the question "are we there yet?" in a whiny kind of voice. That is not the question I am proposing today. My question is not of a place on a map, some sunday drive to grandmas' house, my question is however about grandmas' house. In grandmas' kitchen more precisely, some where in one of the cupboards or perhaps spread open on the counter, pages with bronze corners and polka dots of tomato sauce, a patina of sorts earned over decades of christmas turkeys, sunday pot roasts and strawberry-rhubarb summer nights. So when I ask you "are we there yet?" I am asking you to go back to your childhood because some where along the way we lost sight of grandmas' house. We forgot about those tattered pages, handwritten reminders of measure and temperature, no pictures yet somehow colourful and lively. We forgot that butter is almost always the secret ingredient and that love is always the perfect medicine. Somehow we got lost and with all of todays technology and navigational aids at our fingertips many of us are having trouble finding our way. The answer is in those old pages. We need slow food. We need fresh food. We need to read grandmas' recipe book.I am often astounded by the number of young men and women that claim to have no culinary ability, that show no interest in where their food is grown or how it gets to their table(or sofa). In my opinion this is probably the largest problem facing North America today. Serious health problems run rampant, genetically modified cancer causing high fructose corn syrup is in almost everything that comes in a plastic bag, box or plastic lined aluminum can. Why can't we see the light? The answer is we are addicted. Addicted to wheat, sugar, corn and money. So before I get all political and scare you away I just want you to contemplate one thing. Are we there yet?