Product Details

• Amazon Sales Rank: #44179 in Books
• Published on: 2006-06-05
• Original language: English
• Binding: Paperback
• 336 pages

Review
'Wittily charts our wasteful, unhealthy eating habits.' Rose Prince, Telegraph 'Thought provoking and engaging.' BBC Good Food Magazine 'A gruesome portrait of national degradation!she composes this!with precision, contempt and a truthfulness that is recklessly unselfserving.' New Statesman 'A comprehensive denunciation of our food culture, from supermarkets and restaurants to TV chefs and cookery books.' Glasgow Herald 'Joanna Blythman's pleasurably splenetic tirade against the food industry.' Prospect Magazine 'A stern warning, more effective then any government health campaign!an honest representation of a nation in crisis.' Sunday Business Post 'A book that anyone who cares about what they and the country eat should read, digest and act upon.' Sunday Times

BBC Good Food Magazine
'Thought provoking and engaging.'

New Statesman
'...a gruesome portrait of national degradation...she composes this...with precision, contempt and a truthfulness that is recklessly unselfserving.'

Customer Reviews

Reader's Digest
I love Joanna Blythman. Her book The Food We Eat changed my life (I guess it arrived at precisely the right time for me), and I loved Shopped too. But Bad Food Britain is her angriest yet, and the indignation makes it fly. The picture she paints, from food-ignorance and incompetence being handed down from generation to generation, the ever-tightening grip of the food multinationals, the opiate lure of supermarkets, the parlous state of school and hospital food, our masochistic attitude to snacking, to the big punchline ie. the failure of government to take anything like a useful stance on this most fundamental of all public health and sociel cohesion issues, is as depressing as hell. And an essential read for anyone who believes that a nation and a culture is what it eats.

Difficult to stomach
Joanna Blythman is too polite; she should have called this, her latest book, "C**p Food Britain", as a lot of what we eat - from Turkey Twizzlers to deep-fried Mars bars - is not too far off this description. In an excoriating attack on our food culture, the author holds the mirror up to Britain's abusive relationship with food and it's not a pretty sight. The book contains a litany of crimes against food: the tarted-up slurry we feed our children at home and at school, the prefabricated meals masquerading as "home-cooked" in pubs and restaurants and the fear induced by food scandals born out of the overwhelming desire for cheap food.

She explodes the myth of Britain as a cosmopolitan, sophisticated, cappuccino drinking, Michelin-starred restaurant frequenting, organic goat's milk yogurt slurping and rare-breed pork sausage-gobbling foodie nation by giving us the facts on the sad, brutal reality. Here are some frightening statistics: in 2003 Britain ate more ready meals than the rest of Europe put together; Britain eats more than half of all the crisps and savoury snack in Europe; 40% of all food bought in Britain ends up in the bin; one out of three Britons do not eat vegetables because they are too much effort to prepare; by 2020 at least a third of all British adults, one fifth of British boys and on third of British girls will be obese. Of course we are out of kilter with Europe in how we deal with food. We prefer, lemming-like, to follow our cousins across the pond who are several years further down the road of mass obesity and a junk food culture so pervasive that it is actually incredibly difficult to buy and eat healthy food even if you want to.

The book amply demonstrates our problems with food: we don't really enjoy it very much: we have become disconnected from the pleasure that good food can bring; we don't see the point of it; we don't have time for it; we're afraid of it; we have become divorced from its origins and in fact don't like to be reminded where it comes from. Every week we hear conflicting advice about what is or isn't good for you. Governments shy away, under the huge pressure exerted by the food industry, from giving hard messages about the impact of nutritionally valueless food. Thus we are told you can eat any old junk as long as you exercise (remember James Fixx, the American runner who lived to that dictum and collapsed and died of a heart attack?), and that there is no such thing as bad foods, only bad diets.

This book is gripping if extremely uncomfortable reading and because of that should be prescribed reading. Why is everyone not talking about it? Maybe because we are in denial: we don't want to hear the truth about how distorted and perverted our relationship with food has become because then we would have to do something about it. What can we do about it? First read the book, then heed the author's advice: "eat as little processed food as possible and base your diet on home-cooked meals made from scratch from raw ingredients". Simple really and you could save yourself more than just a few pounds.

Troubling but surprisingly tasty.
You don't have to be a fanatic about food to enjoy this book. It is well written and extremely well researched. Joanna Blythman is able to draw examples from so many sources to back up her thesis.I found myself laughing out loud at some points-not what you would expect from a book on the sad state of the nation's attitude to food.
It is a real insight into how our attitudes to food have developed and is a powerful argument against the complacency which might suggest that things have improved here in Britain.
This is a book for those interested in food politics, for social historians and for those who wonder why we are the fattest nation in Europe.