Showing posts with label Animal Welfare. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Animal Welfare. Show all posts
Monday, November 5, 2012
When A Good Deal isn't a Great Buy - Choosing Stuff That Will Last
It's Boot Season again - Hooray! That means I get to bust out my mom's circa 1975 Frye Boots. Believe it or not, boots are hard to photograph in an interesting way. But these boots ROCK. And I get complements on them every time I wear them. They are creeping up on 40 years old, and they still look awesome. Mom actually had TWO pairs of Frye boots in her closet, which seemed Way Way Over the Top for my mom. My Mom didn't spend lots (any) cash on herself by the time she was my mom. So knowing what I know about how much Frye boots cost now, I'm sure these were a save-up purchase. And judging by the re-soled wear, she wore them a lot. And here they are, on my feet, rocking my jeggings and Dress Over Pants concoction in 2012. So an excellent cost-per-wear investment. Plus, I get to wear my mom's boots. The best hand-me-down ever.
Most of my clothes are cheap. Seriously cheap. Not just "Bought on J Crew clearance", although there are some of those. Cheap like "bought from Target/Old Navy/TJ Maxx and barely make it through one or two seasons before I start eyeing them with scissors to repurpose their raggy fabric". I own maybe 3 or 4 items that I could consider "investment" purchases. Clothes that I love and wear regularly, cost a bit more, and are holding up really well. Most of my stuff, however, has little to commend it into the "Excellent Stewardship of Resources!" category. Most are items that I just thought were cute and within my budget and ended up in the cart.
I'm starting to see improvements in this area. Maybe it's getting older. It's much easier to stick my fingers in my ears and sing LALALALALALAAAA over the siren song of trendy clothes. I also have a job where jeans and a t-shirt are just about requisite 3 out of 5 days a week.
Obviously we all need clothes to wear, and I'm not advocating for sackcloth and ashes. I also do not think that it is an ethical affront to look cute. I could actually use some more lovely in my life. I am usually loathe to spend big money on clothes, but I'm beginning to realize that disposable trends aren't as much fun as they used to be. The standard fashion mag refrain is to buy "the essential 10" (or 15, or 20) items in classic, flattering cuts and then care for them meticulously so they last for years. I'm down with that, but how do I start? Buy one piece per year for the next ten years? That's not a terrible idea, actually. As least I can be classically fashionable by the time I'm 45.
So what do I do with all the other stuff? And how many items of clothes do I really need? "Purge the Closet and Dresser" has been on my To-Do list for several weeks now. I was dreading it at first, but then I read this post from Jamie The Very Worst Missionary and I got some mojo going for PURGE THE JUNK! I'm interested to see what is left after I donate anything that doesn't fit, doesn't flatter, or is just plain ready to be demoted to "fabric".
Ok, really this whole post has been my round-about way of trying to process whether or not I should consider doing something I swore several years ago that I would NEVER do: Should I FINALLY buy a classic, well-made leather bag that I will just use and use and use and use rather then the "please please make it one more season" pleather or canvas bags that I keep burning through like birthday candles? I love me some purses. I used to have a lot more energy for wearing them like accessories, but the reality is that I pretty much use the same bag every day. Until it crumbles and shreds into sad little vinyl chunks. I'm researching recycled leather bag companies, which I feel sort of OK about, but I just cannot bring myself to purchase new, fresh-off-the-cow leather. Even though those Frye boots are a testament to the longevity of a well-made and virtually timeless slab of hide.
I have leather shoes, even other leather boots. And I do own a couple of small leather purses that have been gifted to me over the years. But now I struggle to put my cash into leather, or to wear it as if to say "Yeah! I'm totally cool with this!".
So if you have a vintage leather bag that you never use, or a suggestion for a great place to get some repurposed leather goods, or can help me with this clash of values (animal-free vs. durability and fewer disposable faux-leather accessories), shoot me a note. I'm gonna head over to Etsy and Ebay and see what I can find.
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Sunday, August 26, 2012
More With Less Part 3: Why I Don't Eat Meat
Thinking about writing this post has been giving me the cold sweats all week, so let's just go with the blunt opener, shall we? Rip off the bandaid and get to it.
My decision to keep a meat-free diet (both times I have made it) has been, in my opinion, the most significant lifestyle change I have made to live closer to my spiritual convictions.
There. I said it.
Can we still be friends? I've intentionally avoided talking much about vegetarianism on the blog because I know this is a touchy subject. How do I know? Because I've been rehearsing my "Please don't think I'm a self-righteous far-left Neo Pagan. Please know that I am not judging you for savoring your burger. Please believe me that this is a personal decision and I am not going to hand you a PETA pamphlet when you ask me to have lunch" answer to the oft-asked question of "So, why don't you eat meat?" It feels, at least to me, like there is often an assumption that vegetarians judge omnivores, and/or feel sorry for them and their slowly-clogging arteries. I eat a lot of cheese. My arteries are clogging if anyone's are (Oh, I'm not even going to tiptoe towards my vegan daydreams in this post). And I don't judge you for eating meat. If it looks like I am turning my nose up at your plate, it's because I'm trying to get a good whiff of your steak.
As my wise co-conspirator Jackie reminded me a few month ago (about a totally different subject, but her comment rings true in this discussion), we are not all convicted about the same things, and that's OK. Not everyone is going to feel compelled to give up meat. But I have been, and the thing about convictions is that once they settle in and grab hold of you, your heart makes it really uncomfortable for you if you continue to pull against them.
The simplest answer I can give to the "Why don't you eat meat?" question is this:
I am convinced that the meat industry is bad for people and terrible for the environment and I don't want to support it. It exploits animals and exploits people and causes intense suffering. I believe that God cares about all of His creation, and that the inhumane treatment and death of millions of animals each year grieves Him, and it certainly grieves me. I am fortunate enough to live in a time and place where there are plenty of healthy ways to eat a balanced meat-free diet, and I'm thankful that I can opt out of an industry that I do not want to support. Plus, my mom died of cancer, and I'd just as soon hedge my bets against a diet that puts me at higher-risk for serious illness. Doctors know that high meat consumption (aka: the typical American diet) increases your risk of cancer and heart disease, and I'd really rather do what I can to avoid those.
But that's not how I put it if someone asks me face to face. Especially here in the South, the land of pig-pickin's and intensely devoted adherents to tradition, southern food, and family recipes. Even in Chicago, though, I hedged a bit. Diet and food are deeply personal, intimate topics of conversation, and people (including me) tend to be very protective of their food choices. I get it. I respect your choices! My diet is not exactly a pillar of virtue. I eat lots of sweets and other things I know to be bad for me and bad for the environment. But giving up meat, for me, was a simple and obvious step towards living in a More With Less attitude towards my food.
| Yum! Totally tasty, filling, and meatless. |
The More With Less cookbook (at least the older version that I got from the library) only had a half page devoted to considering the role meat should play in a simple diet, and while it used that space to encourage readers that a balanced meat-free diet is healthy and provides adequate nutrition, it acknowledged that most North Americans were probably not going to give up meat entirely. It pointed out that meat production requires a lot of resources (water, grain, land) and produces a lot of pollution, and encouraged readers to limit their meat consumption to 1/4 pound per person per day, and flatly calls anything more that that "waste".
I haven't always been convicted about meat. In fact, after eating meat-free for 5 years, I gave up on it and starting eating chicken and fish. Eating vegetarian is an omnivorous world can be a lot of work. Especially if you don't know a lot of other veg people. Chicken noodle soup and sushi and grilled salmon are their own sort of comfort-food, and I was in a place in my life where I was strongly inclined to turn to food for comfort. But then, I met Les. Les had been eating a vegan diet for 5 years, and also happens to be an excellent cook (I'm a lucky girl!). So, when we got married, one of our first major joint decisions was to meet in the middle and keep a vegetarian diet together. He added eggs and some cheese back in, and I said good bye to meat. Being a team about it is incredibly helpful, but even when I was single, eating veg was doable. I've learned a lot since that first foray into meatless menus, and I can honestly say that my diet is a lot more varied and interesting now than it ever was. Beans, lentils, quinoa (a complete protein!), some soy/tofu, (though I'm not a huge fan), and lovely armloads of vegetables that I never thought I could learn to love are now the mainstay of our diet. I still eat eggs and cheese, and Les has them once in a while. When we get up the motivation to go to the big Farmer's Market here in Raleigh, we can even get small-farm raised eggs and Animal Welfare Certified goat's cheese, which is awesome, but honestly, we don't drive out there as often as I'd like. We acknowledge the inconsistencies, and do the best we can.
My "conversion" from omnivore to herbivore, like many major life changes, is a plodding and circuitous story. The short version is that I was 23, living in Chicago, and starting to swim a bit deeper into the sea of social justice issues and realizing that following Jesus meant more than church and prayer and "trying to be good". I was reading about the growing movement of believers and "Creation Care" advocates who believe that the Bible teaches us to care for the Earth and to speak out about wastefulness and disposable culture. I read an excerpt from the classic "Diet for A Small Planet", and I can still picture the inverted pyramid diagram that showed the staggering amount of water and land it took to produce a pound of edible meat. And, I learned that the Tyson meat-packing plant in the Chicago suburbs is staffed almost entirely by low-wage, no-benefit workers, most of whom are recent immigrants or refugees who can find no other work. Human suffering and environmental damage were the first pieces to fall into place for me. Even for me, the animal lover. I had grown up in farmland and watched cows roam lazily through the fields. They didn't look unhappy. My relatives were hog farmers on an mid-sized farm. The pigs looked more-or-less chill. I knew that meat was made from animals, but the brutality of Big Agriculture and factory farming hadn't really sunk in yet. But then I started reading. And, heaven help me, watching videos online. And that nearly pushed me over the edge to give up meat altogether. But not quite. It wasn't until I killed a couple of tree frogs that I decided "enough is enough".
My pet goldfish had died, and I went in search of an apartment-friendly pet. I brought home two adorable, zen-faced tree frogs and a little terrarium. I loved those little guys for the 4 days they survived in my care. I was eating a turkey sandwich at work when my roommate called me and told me that my tree frogs were dead. Really dead. "WHY?!?" I begged her. And she, a vet tech and zoo keeper, convincingly informed me that they had starved to death. I hadn't gotten them the right food, and they hadn't eaten in 4 days. A dry sob chugged in my bread-and-lunchmeat-choked throat, and I decided right then that if I could cry for those frogs then I should cry for the turkey in my hand. And for five years I didn't eat meat again.
And now, it has been over 2 years on this second go-round. I will confess that I have had a nibble here or there. Sometimes accidentally, sometimes not. When I did my grain-free elimination diet this winter, I ate some chicken. I was so hungry and anxious and I thought I was going to go bonkers. And I may or may not have taken a sample of grilled shrimp at Whole Foods one day and devoured it with slightly guilty glee. But 99% of the time, I'm veg and happy. And if I ever feel myself waffling in the direction of a fish taco, I look at AugDog and remember that I do not want to be part of any animal's death. I also think of a line from the poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay that one of my friends posted on Facebook several months ago:
"I shall die, but that is all that I shall do for Death."
I wish I could soften it a bit, because meat = death sounds harsh, even to me. But it's true, and I'm goin' with true over nice on this one. The Bible paints a beautiful picture of a New Heaven and a New Earth, when the world will be renewed, and not even the animals will eat one another. Of lions and lambs lying down together, and the end of all death. Woot! I'm all for that. Death sucks. I prefer to have no part in it.
There are a lot of great resources out there if you'd like to give Meatless Mondays a try, or do want to learn more about the meat industry in America. Even cutting back on meat will help your health and the planet. Check out any of these from your local library:
The Kind Diet - yep, its by Alicia Silverstone of "Clueless" fame. But it's a readable, engaging book about transitioning to a meatless (or vegan) diet. I've linked to her Kind Life website.
Becoming Vegetarian - slim book that I read many years ago when first trying out veg.
1,001 Low-Fat Vegetarian Recipes - simple, cheap, and tasty. Helpful when trying to avoid the pitfalls of gaining weight from all the fries and bagels you may or may not lunge towards when first leaning into a veg diet.
Whole Foods Vegetarian Eating page of their website. Yeah, they're a big company. Yeah, they can be really spendy. But it's a helpful resource.
Eating Animals - I haven't read this because I don't need to be convinced, but I've read enough commentary on the book to know that if you are looking for an in-your-face 360-degree look at the meat industry, this is the book for you. I've included 2 articles about the book below, if you prefer the "light" version.
10 Good Things Vegetarianism Can Do For You (And the World) from Sojourners
Eating Animals: 10 Reasons to Avoid Factory Farmed Flesh, also from Sojourners (somewhat graphic!)
There are not a lot of faith-based vegetarian books/websites out there - If you know of some, please let me know! Most that I've found are pretty low-tech and home-made and, well, dorky.
And, not for the faint of heart (be advised that there are graphic animal photos on the main page): www.chooseveg.com
Last but not least, a delightful YouTube video called Vegan Myths Debunked. LOVE. IT. Enjoy.
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Monday, October 3, 2011
October Gray Update and The Scariest Challenge Yet
So here is a camera phone shot of my October gray hair:
Not the most flattering photo of me, and yes, I am sitting at my desk taking random snaps with my camera phone, but I've been wearing my hair like this A LOT lately (messy bun, teeny-bopper elastic head band), and I think you can really see the silvery stripes quite nicely. Anyway, I'm diggin the stripes. I like the messy bun so far. But I'm eager to have an actual hair style rather than just a thick mass of hair, so I'm excited that I finally made a hair cut appointment for Oct. 22. Yay.
But really, the gray is the least of my worries these days. Because today marks my official first day as a 5-day-a-week Vegan.
Yep. 5 days on, with 2 days of wiggle room.
I'm going "mostly vegan" for the month of October. The idea has been stirring around in my head for a while now, and it actually part of a larger effort to overhaul my sugar-fat-cheese-crap laden diet and see if I have more energy and sleep better than I currently do. And force me to get deliberate about my protein management. And it was one of those things where all of a sudden it seems like reinforcement for your inkling idea just keeps flying at you from the universe. The farm that sold us our Happy Eggs at the farmers market told us this weekend that they are no longer "doing eggs". And while generally my cheese consumption is over the top ridiculous, we are actually out of all our usual cheese products at the moment, so I'm just not going to buy any more. For a month.
And I'm reading "The Emperor of All Maladies" about cancer. And last month I finished "In Defense of Food" which, while not promoting veg or vegan eating, still smacked me in the head with all kinds of plant-based encouragement. But what really pushed me over the edge was when I sat down at the laptop last night to distract myself from some other life stresses and Netflix suggested "Forks Over Knives" for me to watch. So I did. And right there, I decided that the vegan experiment was a go. It's not that all the facts and figures in the movie are unquestionably accurate (there are plenty of online critiques you can read about how the material was presented, and the facts on which they base their claims). It was just the last nudge I needed to look at my fridge, my waistline, my cupboards full of processed food, and my values about creation care and animal welfare and decide to try something different.
It's almost time for lunch, and I know just where I'm going to go. Wow Bao is an Asian food place with several delish vegan options. And I'm going to take some vegan cookbooks with me to lunch and make a shopping list.
So, wish me luck! I'm pretty excited, actually. I'm pretty bored with all of my current food ruts, so bring on the Veg!
Not the most flattering photo of me, and yes, I am sitting at my desk taking random snaps with my camera phone, but I've been wearing my hair like this A LOT lately (messy bun, teeny-bopper elastic head band), and I think you can really see the silvery stripes quite nicely. Anyway, I'm diggin the stripes. I like the messy bun so far. But I'm eager to have an actual hair style rather than just a thick mass of hair, so I'm excited that I finally made a hair cut appointment for Oct. 22. Yay.
But really, the gray is the least of my worries these days. Because today marks my official first day as a 5-day-a-week Vegan.
Yep. 5 days on, with 2 days of wiggle room.
I'm going "mostly vegan" for the month of October. The idea has been stirring around in my head for a while now, and it actually part of a larger effort to overhaul my sugar-fat-cheese-crap laden diet and see if I have more energy and sleep better than I currently do. And force me to get deliberate about my protein management. And it was one of those things where all of a sudden it seems like reinforcement for your inkling idea just keeps flying at you from the universe. The farm that sold us our Happy Eggs at the farmers market told us this weekend that they are no longer "doing eggs". And while generally my cheese consumption is over the top ridiculous, we are actually out of all our usual cheese products at the moment, so I'm just not going to buy any more. For a month.
And I'm reading "The Emperor of All Maladies" about cancer. And last month I finished "In Defense of Food" which, while not promoting veg or vegan eating, still smacked me in the head with all kinds of plant-based encouragement. But what really pushed me over the edge was when I sat down at the laptop last night to distract myself from some other life stresses and Netflix suggested "Forks Over Knives" for me to watch. So I did. And right there, I decided that the vegan experiment was a go. It's not that all the facts and figures in the movie are unquestionably accurate (there are plenty of online critiques you can read about how the material was presented, and the facts on which they base their claims). It was just the last nudge I needed to look at my fridge, my waistline, my cupboards full of processed food, and my values about creation care and animal welfare and decide to try something different.
It's almost time for lunch, and I know just where I'm going to go. Wow Bao is an Asian food place with several delish vegan options. And I'm going to take some vegan cookbooks with me to lunch and make a shopping list.
So, wish me luck! I'm pretty excited, actually. I'm pretty bored with all of my current food ruts, so bring on the Veg!
Monday, July 11, 2011
Hippie Chickens
Les and I keep discussing leaning into vegan diets, and I have to admit that I'm convinced that it would be the best diet for the planet and my arteries. But I just can't give up cheese. I LOVE cheese. With all my cholesterol-choked heart.
I see cheese as my primary vegan roadblock, but I I have also grown to appreciate the practical and tasty elegance of eggs, especially considering how processed and packaged most meat substitutes are (even tofu). So while I keep practicing my vegan recipes and stretch my experience with non-meat protein, I've also gotten into egg dishes over the past couple of years. But I can't stomach the knowledge of the truly horrific conditions under which most of those eggs are produced. Which is why I'm very happy that Les and I shook on a deal to go ahead and spend the $6 a dozen it costs to buy only real cage-free eggs from now on.
We've been buying our eggs from the Farmers Market in Rogers Park since this winter, but I'd never actually talked with any of the farmers to check and make SURE that the chickens that laid our cute little eggs were really as happy-go-lucky as I wanted to image them. Since, you know, the terms "cage-free" and "free range" are not regulated by any governing body. I could slap a "cage free" label on apple sauce if I wanted to, and no one would stop me. Anyway, this weekend I talked to the kindly farmer who sold me my dozen eggs from Midnight Sun Farms.
Me: Can you tell me more about your eggs?
Farmer: Sure. Our chickens live in a pasture during the day, and roost in a coop at night. They do not live in a cage. They eat bugs, and an organic meal ration, and also get some left over hops from a local brewery, which they seem to really like. These eggs were laid sometime this week and were transported from only about an hour away. So you can't really get any fresher eggs unless you have your own chickens.
Me: Cool! I'll take a dozen.
Farmer: Did you have any other questions?
Me: Nope. Just wanted to know how these eggs are different from the other eggs sold here.
Farmer: They're not. Except ours are about $1 cheaper.
Me: Even Better. Keep up the good work.
If anything about this exchange strikes you as ridiculous, check out my favorite Portlandia clip:
The farmer was so resigned to his "city-living socialist left-wing hippie freaks who want to know if the chicken who laid their eggs had friends, and what her favorite flower is, and whether the other chickens in the pasture are nice to her" speech that I felt like I should try to cheer him up. Maybe I'll send him a thank-you card to give to his chickens.
I read in The Omnivore's Dilemma that you can tell if a chicken was really cage-free by whether the egg white stays really close to the yolk when you crack it. Something about how exercise effects the protein structure. This one checks out!
I see cheese as my primary vegan roadblock, but I I have also grown to appreciate the practical and tasty elegance of eggs, especially considering how processed and packaged most meat substitutes are (even tofu). So while I keep practicing my vegan recipes and stretch my experience with non-meat protein, I've also gotten into egg dishes over the past couple of years. But I can't stomach the knowledge of the truly horrific conditions under which most of those eggs are produced. Which is why I'm very happy that Les and I shook on a deal to go ahead and spend the $6 a dozen it costs to buy only real cage-free eggs from now on.
We've been buying our eggs from the Farmers Market in Rogers Park since this winter, but I'd never actually talked with any of the farmers to check and make SURE that the chickens that laid our cute little eggs were really as happy-go-lucky as I wanted to image them. Since, you know, the terms "cage-free" and "free range" are not regulated by any governing body. I could slap a "cage free" label on apple sauce if I wanted to, and no one would stop me. Anyway, this weekend I talked to the kindly farmer who sold me my dozen eggs from Midnight Sun Farms.
Me: Can you tell me more about your eggs?
Farmer: Sure. Our chickens live in a pasture during the day, and roost in a coop at night. They do not live in a cage. They eat bugs, and an organic meal ration, and also get some left over hops from a local brewery, which they seem to really like. These eggs were laid sometime this week and were transported from only about an hour away. So you can't really get any fresher eggs unless you have your own chickens.
Me: Cool! I'll take a dozen.
Farmer: Did you have any other questions?
Me: Nope. Just wanted to know how these eggs are different from the other eggs sold here.
Farmer: They're not. Except ours are about $1 cheaper.
Me: Even Better. Keep up the good work.
If anything about this exchange strikes you as ridiculous, check out my favorite Portlandia clip:
The farmer was so resigned to his "city-living socialist left-wing hippie freaks who want to know if the chicken who laid their eggs had friends, and what her favorite flower is, and whether the other chickens in the pasture are nice to her" speech that I felt like I should try to cheer him up. Maybe I'll send him a thank-you card to give to his chickens.
| Midnight Sun Farms in Grayslake |
| The makings of a tasty egg sandwich |
| Look at that beautiful yolk! |
| Delish finished product. YUM. |
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Vanilla flavoring, brought to you by Beaver Anal Glands!
While I was busily trying to avoid busywork at work yesterday, I stumbled upon this gloriously disgusting fact via a video clip of Jamie Oliver on David Letterman:
Many processed foods that contain vanilla flavoring GET that flavoring from the anal glands of beavers.
Don't believe me? Watch this clip from the blog befoodsmart.com: Video: Jamie Oliver talks about Beaver Anal Gland (Castoreum) in our Food!
And if Jamie Oliver isn't enough of an authority for you, how about the good folks at Wikipedia.
If I ever need a good reminder to put the ice cream back in the cooler aisle and run away immediately, this would be it. My favorite part? The fact that rendered beaver anal glands can be listed as "natural flavorings". I guess you don't get much more natural than that! It makes me wonder how many other things I'm eating that actually ARE made from animals, and I wouldn't even know it. I suppose all this could be avoided by avoiding processed foods. But ice cream? I'm going to be reading labels a LOT more closely now. I know there are some natural versions out there, but from now on I want to see "Vanilla Bean" with my own two eyes.
Many processed foods that contain vanilla flavoring GET that flavoring from the anal glands of beavers.
Don't believe me? Watch this clip from the blog befoodsmart.com: Video: Jamie Oliver talks about Beaver Anal Gland (Castoreum) in our Food!
And if Jamie Oliver isn't enough of an authority for you, how about the good folks at Wikipedia.
If I ever need a good reminder to put the ice cream back in the cooler aisle and run away immediately, this would be it. My favorite part? The fact that rendered beaver anal glands can be listed as "natural flavorings". I guess you don't get much more natural than that! It makes me wonder how many other things I'm eating that actually ARE made from animals, and I wouldn't even know it. I suppose all this could be avoided by avoiding processed foods. But ice cream? I'm going to be reading labels a LOT more closely now. I know there are some natural versions out there, but from now on I want to see "Vanilla Bean" with my own two eyes.
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
New Face Soap! I hope the Orangutans will forgive me.
There are very few products to which I would consider myself "loyal". You know, the products you always buy, whether or not they are on sale and heedless of whatever new-fangled sparkly formula a competitor dreams up to tempt you away.
But I have been a very happy and very loyal Olay face products fan for several years now. Olay Regenerist products work well for my acne-prone skin that suffers from breakouts AND creeping wisps of fine lines. It is reasonably priced (around $7 per bottle), and it smells nice.
I squeeze every last bit of face wash from the tube:
| After it stops being squeezable, I'll cut it open and scoop out even more. |
I've been using this nifty bar of soap, found at Dominick's for $2.79, for about a month and half now:
The only packaging is the 100% recyclable cardboard box. It's crazycheap. It smells pretty nice, and has lovely lather-y foam WITHOUT the sulfates. It has just 7 ingredients, and they are all things you could buy at your favorite health-food store. My skin looks pretty good, if I do say so myself. The only major difference I've noticed is that my face is a bit drier than usual. But I'll deal with that if it means that I can have an eco-gentle face soap that does the job without the scary chemicals.
Bonus: Apparently, proceeds from the sale of the bar soap help provide educational materials to children in Africa. You can read more about the company on their website: http://outofafricashea.com/
My only hang-up about this effective, inexpensive, and minimally-packaged soap is the palm oil.
I can hear you gagging. For the love of all that is Good and Holy, what's wrong with Palm Oil?? Well, it turns out that you pretty much have to clear-cut rain forests to get palm oil... check out NPR's story about it here. Or, take a look at adorable Indonesian orangutans here whose homes are being slashed and burned for palm oil cultivation.
The Out of Africa soap's box states that their ingredients are "Natural and Sustainable", but I couldn't find anything on their website about where they source their palm oil.
So, do I have to choose between my health and the Orangs? I really do like this soap.
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