Fat Gap: Watching One's Fat Has Become the New Generation Gap

I remember in the 1960's there was something called the "generation gap" that was blamed for the inability of parents and teenagers to communicate with each other. And although it caused many a heated argument between hippies and their parents over dinner tables everywhere, I attribute the eventual reconciliation and the healing of these cultural rifts to the fact that while seated at those dinner tables everyone was eating a certain amount of fat. The generation gap gas now been replaced by the "fat gap."

I tried to explain to my college-age daughter who recently visited for a week that in ancient times when I grew up, people used to gather around a large, disk-shaped object in the evenings and consume whatever was placed in front of them. Not only would they all eat the same thing but (and this is where her eyes grew as big as saucers) usually the food contained some fat. (Gasp!) This was called eating. We used to call them meals, I explained to her while she grazed on a bag of pretzels that she had opened for breakfast. Fat-free of course.

Over the years my daughter dallied in vegetarianism now and then, but would obligingly wolf down a grilled sirloin steak if she happened to turn up at dinnertime when her dad and I were grilling out. So when she e-mailed me some special fat-free food requests for our camping trip part of her visit I didn't think anything of it. I agreed to pick up some Boca Burgers (whatever the heck they were) and some fat-free cheese. After about six trips to various stores rifling through the frozen foods looking for the mysterious Boca, I finally discovered them in an obscure freezer compartment near the back of the store. They looked like four frozen hockey pucks. Hardly any bigger than a respectable chocolate chip cookie, I thought to myself.

"Is that fat-free milk?" my daughter chirped as I set out the Half and Half on the picnic table to have with our morning coffee after our first night of camping. It would be the first of approximately three hundred times that I would hear the four-word phrase, "Is that fat-free?" over the next six days. Two hundred and ninety-eight times the answer was no.