I feel like an overgrown giant in that house, bumping up against the ceiling like Alice in Wonderland after she's found the cake labelled "Eat Me": head swollen with knowledge and imagination, body swollen with sensation and longing.
Like Ms. Bird, she does yoga, inspects labels, eats organic, conserves energy and rides a bike.
Many consumers are grossed out by required labeling: eating the product, introduced by Reinemund in 1998, may cause "loose stools".
Instead of getting caught up with portion guidelines, the Food Guide makes lifestyle recommendations like cooking for yourself, reading labels, eating less processed foods, being more self-sufficient ("Grow, harvest, fish, hunt and prepare food in traditional ways") and, perhaps most refreshingly, sharing "food traditions, across generations and cultures".
Yet labeling binge eating as pathological is problematic in a culture of Big Macs, super sundaes and all-you-can-eat buffets, where overeating is a staple of every college dorm, and a routine way for adults to celebrate, recreate and respond to stresses of all kinds.
-- logical or not -- I feel safer eating labeled items vs. risking eating something like an un-labelled salad somewhere.
Michelle Cassell, the artist behind the label Eat, Pray, Pedal was approached out of the blue by the Royal Academy (RA) earlier this year.
Ms. Bernstein said last week that she had taken the "triple washed, ready to eat" labeling as meaning that further washing was not needed.
If your fish came with a "Made in China" label, would you eat it?
The house – disparagingly described as the Teletubby House in some quarters – has not been a problem, with minimal visual sign of the underground home's six petal-shaped zones, prosaically labelled "relax", "eat", "work", "entertain", "play" and "sleep".
