I've told you before about my food-label-reading obsession. My husband never fails to make fun of me as I mock products containing High Fructose Corn Syrup. He should know better. In the final weeks of my second pregnancy, he brought home the wrong kind of wheat bread--the kind with High Fructose Corn Syrup. I literally cried for over an hour! (A little hormonal, anyone?)
A few weeks ago, my husband brought home some "juice." You know, the kind of juice that isn't really juice. He brought home the kind that lists HFCS as the second ingredient--second only to water--on the label. I started getting upset, but he must have prepared for any emotional outbursts on my part. He began singing his own made-up song...to the tune of God Bless America. It was catchy, alright. My 3-year old now walks around singing about High Fructose Corn Syrup. Nice.
If you're curious, here are the unfortunately catchy lyrics:
High Fructose Corn Syrup (to the tune of God Bless
America)High Fructose Corn SyrupThat's what we eat!It's delicious, not nutritious,But it makes our food taste sweet!
My kids filled up on HFCS crap-juice for the next several days, my husband luckily avoided an angry outburst, and we are all still singing the dang song. What's a girl to do?