Where’s the Beef?
Wednesday, July 30th, 2008
Apparently at the Texas PTA Leadership Conference in Austin.
Yup, I was surprised too.
I went to the conference to sign books at the Barnes and Noble booth but arrived early and had time to stroll the conference floor. I don’t know what I expected to find at such a convention, but what I discovered was booth after booth of vendors selling school fundraiser trinkets.
And what really caught my eye was the booth of the Texas Beef Council right there among them.
In addition to being a former vegetarian–after a decade, I gave it up at the sight of a filet mignon–I’m also an avid Oprah Winfrey fan who carefully tracked Oprah’s trial after she insulted the beef industry. So needless to say, I was intrigued.
Enter Stacy Bates, certified dietician and passionate beef eater. “What’s the connection between beef and the PTA?” I asked. Stacy told me that she was at the conference to encourage families to get back together at the dinner table and eat beef. “It’s good for our health,” she said. Then she told me there are 29 cuts of lean beef that have only one gram of fat more per serving than chicken.
“How often do you eat beef?” I wanted to know.
“Three times a day,” she said with a straight face.
I was astonished. “You eat beef three times a day?”
“Yes, I do.” Stacy smiled.
“Isn’t that unhealthy?”
“No,” Stacy told me. “It’s all about portion size. A portion is about the size of your palm. Not my palm,” she said. “Mine’s about five ounces.” She looked at my hands. “But yours. Yours are about three.”
Wow! I was really starting to like Stacy. The impact of being told I have three ounce palms by a smart and beautiful beef expert cannot be underestimated. But I was still doubting that Stacy ate beef for breakfast.
“Doesn’t that take a lot of planning?” I asked.
“Yes it does,” Stacy told me. “I defrost six ounces the night before and cook it up. Eat three ounces for dinner and have the rest in the morning.”
“Do you feel bad eating so many cows?” I know that I’m a hypocrite these days when it comes to meat. I feel like my body needs it, especially for the B-12, but I still can’t swallow it down without thinking of the poor chicken or cow’s extended family.
Stacy just looked at me quizzically.
“I mean, do you think they have feelings?” I prodded.
“No more than dogs,” she said. “They’re not domesticated.”
I wasn’t really satisfied by that answer, but I went on to ask a more…err….burning question, one brought to my attention by an ardent vegan friend. It was about the methane buildup in the atmosphere because of so many cows constantly err… releasing gas. “Do you think the cows mmmming in the air causes a problem?” I said, “mmming” like I was too proper to use the ‘f’ word, like it was a fill-in-the-blank activity.
To her credit, Stacy knew exactly what I was asking. “No, the farmers make their livelihood by keeping the environment clean. Why would they want to mess it up?”
It was an interesting response. I looked around the beef booth, mulling over everything she had told me. And that’s when all of a sudden I noticed all the booklets on the beef table.
“Oh, those are our curricula,” Stacy said.
“Curricula? Beef curricula?”
“We have history, Spanish, cultural diversity.”
I couldn’t believe I had just discovered the curricula and it was already 4:25pm. I had to be at the Barnes and Noble table signing at 4:30pm.
“They’re not beef-centric,” Stacy assured me.
Udderly fascinated, I thanked Stacy. Then it was time for me to mooove along.

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