I consider myself something of a french fry connoisseur. Matchstick thin, crinkly chubby, curly and seasoned, I know my way around a fry. Some of my favorite french fries are the ones McDonald’s makes. Straight from the fryer, they are, hands down, the best fast-food fries produced in the country. And I say that with confidence even though there are 40 U.S. states I’ve never even stepped foot in.
Those sentences feel like a bold confession, but I’d like to get even more personal with you, if that’s all right, and talk about fast-food workers’ rights. It may seem like a departure from granola and sweet Babette on The Snack House, but it’s an issue that’s as close to my heart as other food topics I care about—like intimate meals with friends and lovingly handed down heirloom recipes.
Today, fast-food workers and their supporters in over 100 U.S. cities protested to demand higher pay and the right to unionize. The photos from around the country are stirring—many people in the cold, some out before the sun rose, coming together to stand up for themselves and others is just plain moving to me.
In this uncertain economy and in an industry where the majority of workers cannot make ends meet on their wages alone, it takes a lot of guts to put one’s livelihood on the line and stand up publicly to demand better treatment. Their courage has me thinking about my role as a french-fry lover in our food ecosystem.
image by Etienne Bres
His mother’s scrapbook.