Monthly Archives: October 2006

Chocolate chip II

I think I’ve invented the successor to the chocolate chip cookie.

Maybe not. But it’s a great variation. Start with a tub of Trader Joe’s Mini Peanut Butter Cups, as featured recently on Candyblog. I liked them more than she did, and I quickly saw the potential of substituting them for chocolate chips.

My plan went awry, however, because I kept opening the tub, saying, “I should really try making these into cookies,” and then eating a handful. Soon I had no peanut butter cups and no cookies. So I got a new tub, and the results were awesome, by which I mean that I made the cookies and still have a bunch of candy left for snacking.

When you bake the cookies, the peanut butter cups ooze a little and, as Laurie put it, look like they’ve been run over by a truck. But the taste is great. It’s the shortest road to a chocolate peanut butter cookie.

Chocolate Peanut Butter Cup Cookie

Any other candies I should try? Is there some small chocolate mint candy?

Fat of the land

The controversy thing seems to be working out for me, so I’m going to try another hot-button issue.

There is something peculiar about our family. Okay, there are many peculiar things about our family, but I’m going to focus on this: not one of the three of us is overweight, or even close to it.

Why is this peculiar?

* We eat whatever we want with almost no regard to healthy-eating recommendations. We do eat a lot of vegetables, because we like them, but also plenty of red meat, butter, cheese, eggs, and sweets.
* Obesity runs in both of our families.
* We don’t follow any kind of exercise program.
* Our income is below the Seattle median. (Higher income is associated with less chance of obesity, though the association is growing weaker over time.)

There are also several factors working in our favor:

* Age. Laurie and I are in our early thirties. Iris is in her early single-digits. Younger people are much less likely to be overweight or obese than people over, say, 50.
* Education. We’re both reasonably highly educated, and this has a strong negative correlation with obesity. A person with a college degree is about half as likely to be obese as one who didn’t finish high school.
* Race. We’re white, which gives us an unfair advantage in this as in basically everything else.
* Factor X, which I will describe below.

Incidentally, the [American Obesity Association](http://www.obesity.org/) is a fount of statistics on this issue.

Here’s the question I’d like to answer: if you could do just one thing to improve your own and your children’s chances of maintaining a healthy weight, what is your best bet?

It’s not dieting. The failure rate of weight-reduction diets is so appalling (in the realm of 95 percent over five years) that they should probably be considered in the category of things you would have to be crazy to think you can succeed at, like winning at roulette or changing your sexual orientation.

Starting an exercise program is a better call. Here’s a 2003 study done at Duke. It randomly assigned subjects to three different exercise programs (light, moderate, and intense) for a nine-month trial. Six months after the trial, a majority of the subjects–none of whom were exercising regularly before the experiment–were still exercising, with those in the light and moderate groups most likely (about 70 percent) to continue. Furthermore, participants who had been in the light group were now exercising at an intensity more like the moderate group.

The study didn’t look at weight loss, but you can’t exercise at these levels without either losing weight or swapping body fat for muscle, which is just as good. I’m curious to know how many of the study participants are still exercising today, three years later, and whether they’ve lost weight. And, of course, outside of long-term studies like this, the majority of people who start exercise programs don’t stick with them very long. The abandonment rate is hard to measure definitively but is definitely better than the rate for dieting, probably because exercise makes you feel good in a way dieting doesn’t.

Which brings us to Factor X: the type of neighborhood you live in.

See, I sort of lied when I said that we don’t have a regular exercise program. In fact, I think we get more exercise than most Americans. That’s because we don’t own a car and run most of our errands on foot. The difference between this and a gym membership is that unless we move, we can’t opt out of this exercise. Even if we bought a car, the arrangement of our neighborhood would make it extremely inconvenient to use it for our typical errands.

Last year, Laurie brought home a free pedometer she’d been given at work. Naturally, since this was a new gadget coming into the house, I immediately confiscated it for my own use. A bit of Googling indicated that 5000 steps per day or less was defined as “sedentary,” and over 10,000 steps per day “active.” So I got up the next morning and clipped on the pedometer.

It was a pretty typical day. I went for a walk with Iris on Broadway. In the afternoon we all went down to the late Red Line for some steamed milk and cookies. (The cookies weren’t steamed.) At the end of the day I looked at the pedometer. I’d racked up over 16,000 steps. I have no idea where the pedometer is now, but I’d bet I’ve made close to 5000 steps already today, just on the way to this cafe.

This sounds like a just-so story, the kind of pure anecdote that would tend to make me want to throw the newspaper across the room if I didn’t read the newspaper online. Does your neighborhood style actually have any meaningful correlation with your weight?

It does. Larry Frank, a professor at the University of British Columbia, has conducted multiple studies on the topic. Here’s one he did in Atlanta which found that “people who live in neighborhoods with a mix of shops and businesses within easy walking distance are 7 percent less likely to be obese, lowering their relative risk of obesity by 35 percent.” Frank has also studied my own county, King County, WA, and found smaller but still significant correlations. The studies controlled for education, age, income, race, and sex.

This is not experimental data. It’s quite possible that there is some other confounding variable causing the correlation, something Frank didn’t think of. But I, for one, plan to continue eating like a food writer, so we’re not moving.

Chix stix

With the help of James Oseland’s book Cradle of Flavor, I have answered a question that’s been bugging me for a long time.

_Cradle of Flavor_ is an awesome book about the food of Malaysia, Singapore, and mostly Indonesia. I started by making the cover recipe: chicken satay. I felt a little silly making this at home, since (a) I don’t have a grill, and (b) it’s available at probably ten restaurants within half a mile of my house. But the author made it sound so delicious, I had to give it a shot.

I warned Laurie and Iris, as I often do, that this was an experimental dinner, and they might have to fill up on rice and cucumber salad if the chicken didn’t come out. But Iris took one bite of the the chicken and said, “Oh, man, this is good. You *should* make this again.”

For the marinade, you blend together turmeric (Oseland called for dried but I had some fresh from Uwajimaya), lemongrass, shallots, coriander, fennel, peanut oil, and other good stuff. Even though Oseland warned me not to, I tried blending this all in my spice grinder, and it worked perfectly. (I only had the guts to try this because I remembered that [Adam Cadre](http://adamcadre.ac/) recommended it a while ago.) You marinate strips of chicken thigh in that for an hour or two, then thread it onto sticks. This was more fun and less trouble than I expected. Then I brushed the satays with lemongrass-infused peanut oil and broiled them for five minutes on each side. I was too lazy to make peanut sauce.

You know how when you go out for Thai food, you get an order of chicken satay, and it’s maybe four sticks, and you always end up wanting more? I’ve always wondered how many satays I could eat if allowed to graze freely on them.

Answer: 8.

Pretzel nexus

Last month I got excited about corn-flavored Pretz, the crunchy Japanese pretzel sticks.

Yesterday Iris and I went to Uwajimaya. While we shopped I entertained her by pretending to be the huge dragon hanging from the ceiling and saying things like, “Mmm…I smell roast duck!” Later in the car Iris said she was the dragon, and she said, “This dragon LOVES POCKY STICKS.”

We did get some Pocky sticks (Almond Crush flavor), but I was more excited about something else: Cacao Pretz.

Cacao Pretz

Aside from the fact that Cacao Pretz are a tasty snack (even though they taste very little like chocolate), I was excited about them in a purely philosophical sense. They represent the fulcrum of the Pocky/Pretz lever. The crux of the matter. It is as if a regular chocolate Pocky, enamored of its Pretzy cousin, managed to absorb its chocolate skin.

Try them. Ours are gone.