The good news, sort of, for me, is that I’m allergic to most of them, except macadamias, which are apparently very good. The bad news is that they’re expensive, but perhaps increased demand will spur more production and ultimately bring down prices.
For what it’s worth, my dad died at fifty-five, a third of a century ago, in large part due to criminal dietary advice (OK, maybe that’s a little too strong — they probably knew no better) and my mother at sixty-eight to a massive heart attack in the night, in her sleep. At least for her, it was fast. And in both cases they were overweight smokers, a product of their generation.
I’m guessing that I’m in Megan’s class when it comes to the number owned, but I also rare use them any more. It really is a lot easier to just look up a recipe on the web with a netbook on the kitchen counter. I mainly use them for traditional recipes that I’ve made for years for special occasions, like holidays (I’ve been using the New York Times cookbook for decades). Also, most cookbooks I have don’t do well with a paleolithic diet.
Here’s an intersection of two of my favorite topics — the heavy hand of the state in regulating speech, and paleolithic diets, from George Will. And good for the Institute for Justice.