Just as with fashion and hairstyles, the decades if our lives are documented by food. Comfort food was big in the 1950s. The 60s and 70s gave way to natural foods, where everything had the texture of saw dust, smelled slightly musty, and looked like deer droppings.
The 80s were marked by high fashion and sophisticated food. This carried through to the early 90s, By the mid 90s, we all decided to go organic. The fastest way to tell if a food is organic is by the price. If something costs more ten to twenty times more than its counterpart, it's probably organic. Of course these foods are untainted by preservatives.
By the time a woman reaches menopause, she doesn't want natural or organic. She wants real food with real names that she can pronounce. Exotic foods with unpronouncable names be damned. I want steak. Baked potatoes with real sour cream. And cake that doesn't taste like sawdust.
Bring on the preservatives. Women of a certain age welcome preservatives. We know they will increase our shelf life. At a time when our skin is drying up along with our insides, we need all the artificial help we can get.
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