It’s encouraging to read the Nov. 14 article in The Roanoke Times “Doctors are told to get serious about obesity.” Sadly, I’ve watched family and friends grow overweight and obese. An image imprinted in memory is my father in later life hardly able to make it down the steps because of excessive weight. As a working-class carpenter, he was, I think, like men of his time, able to maintain weight in younger life because of a very physical lifestyle and home-cooked meals.
Food was a big part of the Italian-American family background. It was expected that we’d gather on Sundays and holidays at my grandmother’s house, where family, most living close, would eat, drink, talk, watch TV and turn kids loose. My grandmother made pasta, baked pies, brewed fragrant spaghetti sauce for days, grew greens and talked about how chickens didn’t taste like they used to.
Malore is a contractor, naturalist and writer living on the edge of Lexington.