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May 26, 2004

Cilantro: For Your Health

Reuters reports that cilantro -- also known as Chinese parsley -- contains a chemical known as dodecenal, which has been found to kill Salmonella bacteria that cause foodborne illness. Dodecenal is present not only in the leaves of cilantro, but also in its seeds, which are more commonly known as coriander.

Personally, I find the flavor and aroma of cilantro to be overbearing and its usefulness to be limited outside of Latin American or Chinese cooking. Furthermore, the amount of dodecenal in cilantro is too miniscule to stand a chance against the hordes of bacteria that are present in most of the foods that can cause illness. So while it's nice to know that this herb is doing its best to keep us healthy even as we dismember and consume it, I probably won't be stocking up on the stuff.

March 02, 2004

Killing Me Softly

We had to file papers yesterday, and things have been horrible around here. It's been one of those weeks law students always hear about but never really believe; one of those weeks where you bill 80, 90, 100 hours -- more hours than you even realized a week could contain. My caffeine aversion has taxed me lately, and I've been compelled to self-medicate with drinkable stimulants from time to time. My firm cafeteria has a soda fountain that dispenses Coca-Cola brand drinks, but the vending machines on each floor are Pepsi turf. The cafeteria is closed for a majority of the 24-hour day, and even when open it's just too far from my desk, so I've been relying on Diet Pepsi to give me a jolt.

This is surely the most vile of all the major cola products on the market today. Coke is better than Pepsi -- if you can't admit this you probably aren't a real American. And regular cola is better than diet cola -- if you can't admit this you're probably not the kind of person who would read a blog like mine. So in the game-theoretic matrix of colas, Diet Pepsi is clearly the worst of all possible outcomes.

What is it about diet soda that makes it so horrible? Three simple syllables:

AS-PAR-TAME

Have you ever finished a diet soda, and swallowed a few minutes later? You probably noticed an aftertaste, something between the bitterness of overcooked asparagus and the funk of new-car vinyl. That's how you know you've introduced something into your body that by rights does not belong there. That something is aspartame: a chemical designed to trick your tastebuds into sensing sweetness even in the absence of sugar. It feels like sugar at first, but the flavor is hollow, and rotten inside.

Aspartame was approved as a food additive in the early eighties, right around the time that the popular artificial sweetners cyclamate and saccharin fell into disrepute as potential carcinogens. Turns out that saccharin probably only causes cancer in lab rats, and then only if you gorge them on the stuff, but it has never recovered in the market. Today you'll likely only find it in Sweet-N-Low packets -- when was the last time you saw a can of Tab?

Conspiracy theorists believe that the bureaucratic process that introduced aspartame to America reflect the chemical's sinister side. They have built websites with such colorful names as "aspartamekills.com" and "The Aspartame Toxicity Info Center", claiming that aspartame causes brain tumors, MS-like symptoms, headaches, memory loss, and other neurological harm. It's pointed out that Donald Rumsfeld (yes, that Donald Rumsfeld) was brought in as CEO of G.D. Searle, aspartame's inventor and original manufacturer, in the late seventies after a decade of failed efforts to win FDA approval (which had incidentally led to a federal inquiry into whether G.D. Searle had falsified research submitted to the FDA). A few years later, Reagan is sworn in, Rumsfeld sits on the committee that picks his new FDA director, and presto! Nutrasweet! A full -- if biased -- timeline of the history of aspartame can be found here.

Distrust of aspartame runs broad and deep. If you do a Google search on it, you'll find half a dozen sites declaiming it before you find a single positive statement. You know something's up when the industry has a public information campaign to argue that its product is not dangerous -- you'll notice that the Google results on aspartame include a paid advertisement linking to an aspartame apologia.

When metabolized, aspartame breaks down into, among other things, formaldehyde -- a compound commonly used in embalming that has devastating neurotoxic effects -- and methanol -- the kind of alcohol that in large doses will blind and kill you. The body is famously inefficient at eliminating and excreting methanol, and at least one published study in rats has documented that aspartame consumption can produce formaldehyde in the body that then binds to tissues.

Aspartame also contains phenylalanine, an essential amino acid (i.e., an amino acid that is needed by the body but that the body cannot produce on its own). The warnings you see on aspartame-enhanced products regarding phenylalanine are really only for the benefit of those unlucky individuals who suffer from a relatively rare disorder called phenylketonuria, which prevents them from properly metabolizing phenylalanine, sometimes leading to neurological damage.

Of course, the amounts of aspartame you actually consume in a diet soda are vanishingly small (although over time it can build up with regular consumption). Nevertheless, in light of the roaring debate over whether it is, well, poisonous, I'm finding it harder and harder to justify allowing aspartame into my body. The fact that it tastes god-awful sure doesn't help. Frankly, if I need the caffeine that bad, I think the extra 200 calories of a non-diet soda will be the least of my worries.

January 14, 2004

I Ain't Dead Yet

What I thought was just a 48-hour bug turned into a four-alarm gastrointestinal crisis over the weekend. My malady was diagnosed as bacterial, which means it was probably (irony of ironies) a foodborne illness. There is a handful of common foodborne illnesses out there, none of which you would wish on any of your friends. Most of them are contracted by ingesting bacteria that either live symbiotically within the animals we eat or are spread by careless food handlers in processing or preparation. After being ingested, these microbes lodge themselves in the intestinal wall and start to do their dirty little business. Symptoms can range from cramps to vomiting to (eep!) bloody diarrhea, all with or without fever. Dozens more foodborne illnesses have been documented, some of which you would not wish even on your worst enemies. Variant Creutzfeldt-Jakob Disease, the brain-wasting illness linked to mad cow disease, is one of these. It takes years to incubate, affects mainly people in their twenties, and has a 100% mortality rate.

I won't tell you where on the spectrum of unpleasantness my symptoms fell, but I am not experiencing any degenerative neurological effects. Suffice it to say after four days of not being able to leave my apartment (within which the greatest distance to the lavatory is about twenty feet), the doctor put me on Cipro. Yeah, the stuff they send in to get rid of anthrax. I'm feeling much better now.

So is the reckless gourmand chastened by his brush with the dangers of indiscriminate eating? Does he emerge from his sickbed resigned to a diet befitting his delicate constitution? Are the days of foie gras and anchovies lost forever? Hell no. If you're going to go your whole life without trying a raw oyster, or a steak tartare, or a raw-milk cheese, just because you're worried about the tiny chance that somewhere along the line you might have to endure a few days of intense abdominal distress, you're probably the type of person that has eight rolls of duct tape in your closet and a bomb shelter in the backyard. You and I will never understand each other. I don't know what it was that made me so sick, but I enjoyed everything I ate last week, and I'd do it again in a heartbeat. Let germs to come do what they may. I've got modern medicine and a pocket full of sick days.

January 08, 2004

Sorry, We're Closed

Sorry folks, but I've just been sideswiped by a pretty vicious stomach bug. I'll be on the BRAT diet for a day or two (don't worry, I'm taking my zinc pills). Assuming I don't die, I'll be back in a few days. In the meantime, those of you with functioning digestive systems should eat more anchovies and foie gras.

December 17, 2003

Victory is Mine

About a month and a half ago my doctor told me my cholesterol was a little high. He suggested I alter my diet in all sorts of disagreeable ways to bring it down.

So I started eating oatmeal in the mornings, which I actually kind of like. I cut back a little bit on the amount of red meat and pork fat and butter I consume, which I grievously lament. And last week I went back for another blood test. The results came in this morning.

My cholesterol is down fifty points. I'm well within the green zone.

Tonight I'm making myself a steak.

November 04, 2003

Fatal Foods

Last week I went to the doctor. He got my bloodwork back, and apparently my cholesterol is just a little high. I'm 26 and otherwise in decent shape, so I wouldn't ordinarily worry too much about it, except that my dad - also a doctor - has been taking pills to control his cholesterol for about twenty years, and he still worries about it.

My doctor says to try more exercise and a low-fat diet. The big bad guys are eggs, butter, meat, and cheese. I'm still trying to figure out what else there is.

Yeah, I kinda fell off the exercise wagon this past year, but I've started running again. And now I think a little bit more about what I eat. But just a little. Yesterday was another recruiting lunch, this time at the Palm. I went ahead and ordered a big bloody prime aged New York strip. But I think someone at the firm is looking out for me - I got called back to work before I could finish it.