![]() ![]() The dangers of fat haunted me after his death. Yet, despite the restrictive diet, his number scarcely budged, and a few years later, in his mid-fifties, he had a heart attack and died. My father’s blood-cholesterol level-not to mention that of his siblings and friends-became a regular topic of conversation at the dinner table. I recall experiencing something like withdrawal, daydreaming about past feasts as my stomach grumbled. Margarine dethroned butter, vinegar replaced cream sauce, poached fish substituted for brisket. Onion rolls slathered with butter, herring in thick cream sauce, brisket of beef with a side of stuffed derma, and other staples of our family cuisine disappeared from our table. In the early nineteen-sixties, when cholesterol was declared an enemy of health, my parents quickly enlisted in the war on fat. ![]() Nutritional science is too complex to furnish easy answers about what to eat. ![]()
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