A few days ago Shaun posted something about dream stealers and like a lot of Shaun’s recent activity it really got me thinking. Chad already wrote a great follow up that in many way said everything I’d want to. This is my second attempt to put my thoughts to words because I’m not entirely sure... oh hell, Jimbo, just start typing:
I worry about the Guthries. They’ve joined the cult of Amway and Shaun’s blog is occasionally incomprehensible without a glossary. In childhood my mom went in for a lot of make money at home schemes and I vividly recall the financial outcomes of all of it. She still goes in for questionable business schemes now and again and the outcomes, to the best of my knowledge, have never been financially rewarding. I worry so much about Shaun and Lindsay. Are they’re headed down a rather thorny path built to look attractive but perhaps less prosperous than the motivational seminars claim? I believe in the dictionary of terms, I’m part of Camp Comfortable, in league with the Dream Stealers. I will most certainly not be making Double Eagle unless I make my own costume.
Expeditions of Truth also contains some occasionally brilliant stuff. His blog is one that has friends saying to one another in meat-space “OMG, did you *see* Shaun’s latest post?” The man can generate buzz. Exactly such a conversation occurred last Sunday. I hadn’t read about the dream stealers so I whipped out my phone to read it, preparing to shake my head in bewilderment, when a funny thing happened. I totally got every word Shaun was saying. I empathized with his plight because I vividly recalled dreams that I allowed to be stolen away by other people’s negativity. Feelings of White represents a dream of mine that I have had to fight to keep alive. Tammy, in another reaction to Shaun’s post (see what I mean about buzz?), described my current dream as “cooking better food and contributing to his families health” which is spot on. Many days I want to give it all up and then I think of my son and I realize I must keep trying. Plenty of haters hatin’ on that dream but I’m still plunging away.
I have a Harmony 890 remote. If you haven’t heard of these beautiful universal remotes (there are other good remotes in the Harmony series), they are simply amazing. Like any universal remote they control multiple home theatre equipment but unlike most they are activity based. Meaning when you press the “Watch TV button” (It has an LCD screen allowing infinite activities, custom buttons, etc) it can do things like switch the television to HDMI 2, turn on the receiver, turn off the DVD player (because you had previously been watching the DVD player so it knew it was on), change the audio receiver to the correct input. You press one button, it does all that. It’s smart. It’s hooks up via USB to your computer allowing you to program it with a nice GUI computer app and the 890 model can use an RF extender which is a fancy way of saying you don’t even need line-of-sight (pointing a remote at the device you want to control now strikes me as very quaint)
I got one years back and it’s a been simply great, until now. Looking to upgrade my media room, I sprung for my first Z-Wave device: a wall dimmer switch. Z-Wave devices are how you can do things like have the lights dim to 25%, turn on the fireplace and have the window blinds close, all with a single button. The switch paired with the Harmony remote and, technically, it can indeed do all those things.
But you can’t map any buttons to Z-Wave devices?!?! The remote can clearly control the light dimmer, but not easily. After turning on the TV, you must then press “Activities -> RF Control -> Individual Lights -> Ceiling Light -> Brighter (continue clicking “brighter” until desired brightness) then if you want to go back to controlling the television press Activities -> Watch Television. FUCK YOU HARMONY!!! I can map any remote button to any function on any device… except z-waves, apparently. I can make channel up adjust the tv aspect ration and channel down pause my dvd player. But if I wanted, say, to make channel up + down increase/decrease the brightness? Harmony doesn’t let me do this. FUCK YOU HARD IN THE ASS HARMONY!! AND BY A WELL ENDOWED BLACK MAN.
Last night we hosted a lovely dinner for some good friends. Not one “set” of friends but a wide mixture that didn’t know each other that well. My mother-in-law dropped in unexpectedly too and it was lovely to be able to say “do you want to join us?” and know there’d be plenty of food. We didn’t invite so many people that we had to bring out a second table - a total of nine (including two infants). Someone asked why we were doing this and Janine summed it up perfectly “James felt like cooking.”
I picked a recipe that required baking so I could visit with guests instead of being in the kitchen until the last minute. I spent a lot of time Saturday shopping and planning. I spent a lot of Sunday cleaning, cooking and chopping. I also watched three episodes of television. Janine was a great help both in the kitchen and later keeping Nathan away from me while I worked.
Food is more than nutrition and health. It’s an ancient rite of community bonding. I give thanks that we have friends to join us. The conversation’s a bit awkward since nobody knows everyone that well. Awkward conversation just means your at the beginning of something and it’s better than none at all or the same conversation a hundred times over. Friendships and family are meaningful things and time spent building them is worthwhile. I miss going for coffee on a Friday night but these days it’s just simpler to merge families for an evening or more and enjoy each other’s company.
I want to start a tradition of Sunday dinners. Historically, if supper guests were either one family/friend or else a huge production number where we invite practically everyone we know and do a huge barbeque (feeling guilty if we missed someone). A few months back a Sunday dinner happened by accident and it was a small mixture of a different people. Something felt right about this middle way and I knew I wanted to do it again.
It’s not healthy to spend so much time focused on fixing all the bad stuff. A better approach is finding the bright spots, the times and activities that feel right, and doing more of that. Now that I think about it, going for “coffee” every Friday night with friends was similar... we all ate together or sipped ice tea while others ate. We talked and laughed and there were definitely coffee regulars but new people would come and go. If we tried to do a coffee now, it would require half the restaurant because there’s a lot more spouses and children then there used to be. Homemade tastes better anyways.
Food is more than the nutritional and chemical composition and how it affects our digestive tract. It enriches our souls with it’s ability to bring us together. To pull us out of our respective blogging caves, put down the mobile phones, stare across the table and think shit, what the hell should I say next?Ummm.....
We started praying a while back. I like it more for the ritual of giving thanks than a specific religious belief. I’m still a bit timid in what I say around guests but when it’s just my immediate family it’s an excuse we both use to also say whatever’s in our hearts. Sometimes it’s serious and solemn and sometime it’s “Rubba-dub-dub-n-thanks-for-the-grub”. Just a tiny moment spent thinking of the farmers, the truck drivers, the grocery clerks, the stock boys, the cook, whoever set the table and whoever cleans the dishes. Bless the hands that brought this food before us. Bless the people with whom we break bread.
I told myself that I’m not a connoisseur. I’m really not a fancy guy and I’m not that particular about what I eat. Food is fuel. Wine is a sophisticated man’s game and it’s pricey and who cares. I’m happy with just about whatever’s put in front of me; to be honest, I don’t really taste the difference. When you chef television, like Hell’s Kitchen, and they taste a sauce and smack their lips and the chef throws a fit screaming “oh my god, you forgot the parsley! Far to salty!” Yeah: not me.
I didn’t mean for it to happen. Honest.
It’s just, see, when I started cooking, I had to taste stuff. Was the risotto done? Uh… actually, what is risotto even supposed to taste like? Enough pesto in the pasta? A bit more and definitely more cheese is required. After making supper I had to decide if I liked the dish enough to make it again. If I’ve made three new recipes in a row I could at least pick a favourite. Y’know, form opinions. Like some kinda connoisseur.
Tonight’s lasagne was good (maybe a tad salty and I know why that happened) the salad was a bit meh (glad I tried the experiment) and the beans turned out amazing for some reason (a total improvisation… everything tastes better with butter ~ thanks Julia Child). Oh my god, I must be one of those horrible bastards. The kind that’s been cooking for a few months and now judges everything he eats like he’s God’s gift to the culinary arts. Oh fuck me, can we ever eat with him in peace?
Yeah, that’s not really what I’m saying. I didn’t think I was capable of forming opinions on food. How could I possibly cook food when I don’t know the first thing about it and I can’t physically taste the difference. How the hell do I know if it needs more… uh… I dunno… I don’t even know what spices I’m supposed to use to make it not taste like it currently does. It’s like some inherent part of me, my tongue just isn’t built like Chef Ramsey. I used to throw random spices into dishes just to see what would happen. My wife still “teases” me mercilessly because years back I went through a phase where I added cinnamon to my food. So I really liked Dune, sue me.
But I wasn’t trying, see. I was just preparing and eating food, something I will do approximately three times per day for the rest of my life. Without mean to I’ve discovered one of the phrases in my head was wrong. I am a connoisseur, if I want to be. It’s just paying attention to what I’m eating. And practice. Well fuck, I can eat. I’m capable of doing that.
But wine? I’m going to buy what’s cheap. Actually, I’m just going to make my own, my wife’s going to teach me and probably tease me about cinnamon. I bought a beer kit from Save-On-Foods the other day. It probably won’t taste that good but what do I care as long as it’s drinkable. It’s not like I’m some connoisseur…
Some times, things just pile up.
- Mountain of dishes – Janine’s been installing a garbarator. A side-effect is many days of non-working dishwashers and sinks. Also last night I spent my excess energy video recording my cooking for a future post, instead of cleaning.
- Groceries to put away - I went to the St. Albert Farmer’s Market for the first time (holy fuck that place roxors!). Tammy also went to the market and did a lovely write up about it. I wonder if we walked past one another? Then Save-On-Foods, then Safeway.
- Repack raspberries – I mainly mention this to say if you’re freezing fresh raspberries, put ’em on a cookie sheet so they don’t freeze together in a big clump. Once frozen transfer to a ziploc.
- Cook Supper – Janine took Nathan to the lake last night & this morning giving me time to myself (apparently to record myself cooking and go to the farmers market. Food’s on the brain) . Anyway, I wanted to have a nice meal for their return
How to make this a bit more fun?
I turned on the television.
Well, my laptop. I’ve also used my iPhone, propped up with a StickyStrap. I love doing this. It turns drudgery into watching television, something I really enjoy. Cooking from scratch means a lot more dishes. So why not watch a show while I’m at it? I can’t always watch tv when I’m cooking but tonight’s recipe wasn’t mentally taxing (chop cauliflower, grate cheese, cook pasta). Dishes on the other hand? It’s the only thing that gets me through. I actually like doing dishes now. After Nathan went to bed Janine & I watched the first two episodes of Party Down while trying to put a dent in the mountain of pots and pans that had accumulated over the week.
- I find procedural shows, like Bones or Lie to Me, work quite well. I prefer my scripted dramas to have more depth and serialization but since I’m only half-watching the show something less mentally taxing works better.
- I watched Persons Unknown today and when it finished I immediately re-watched the same episode, too many twists and turns to really follow it (and it doesn’t end every week with catching a bad guy).
- I’ve found In Treatment works well too because it’s basically two people talking for 30 minutes. Really, it could be a radio show (although I am definitely missing some of the subtleties and I’ll miss whole important bits because a particularly troublesome pot needs heavy duty scrubbing).
- Something like Breaking Bad, with it’s highly visual story telling doesn’t work so well. I mean, I can always go and hit the rewind button but that gets old fast.
- There are other shows, like Stargate Universe that have straddled the line. Honestly I’d prefer to watch that one on my big fancy television screen and after a few episodes it hooked me enough that I thought I’d do exactly that. A month later I realized that wasn’t happening and I went back to watching it over dishes. I hit rewind a lot, which is better than not watching at all.
- Comedies can work pretty good too. I watched a couple of season of It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia while cleaning the hell out of a bunch of dishes. It kind of falls into the Stargate Universe realm for me… it’s not the best dishwashing show, but I wouldn’t’ve made time for it other wise.
I also like that I can only work so long before a show ends and I’ll think to myself “really? have I been working in the kitchen for two hours? maybe it’s time for a break.”
I don’t even know how I did dishes before thinking up this plan. Oh wait, I didn’t. They sat in the sink and things grew in them. I want to get an iPad or a touch-sensitive pc and wall mount it just so I can watch television shows more easily. Honestly, I’m a fucking genius. It’s like, if I was being interviewed by Jay Leno and he’s all like “where do you get your ideas?” I’d be all like “yo mama! beeeach!” See, like that. This shit just comes to me.
My Grandma's Freezer
Have you ever seen a freezer looking like that? I took that picture last week, during a trip to my Grandma’s home in Saskatoon. I was so amazed at the lack of processed foods I had to immortalize it in photo. It was full of berries and frozen vegetables, most picked fresh from her farm. I’d never conceived of using a fridge freezer like that. I used to believe they designed fridges wrong. The fridge part should be the small bit, large enough to hold a few cases of beer and mustard. The freezer part was where all the pizzas and microwavable burritos and pre-made lasagnes went (y’know, the “food”) so why wasn’t it the largest?
My Mom's Back Yard, featuring raspberries in bloom
We went raspberry picking yesterday in my mom’s raspberry bushes and came home with an ice cream bucket full. We’ll eat some but most will get put into a ziploc bag or and placed in our freezer. The fridge side is full of fresh local organic vegetables I bought two days ago from a farmer’s market (I’ll be planting a garden of my own next year). I'm starting to understand classic fridge design.
Advertisements and constant news programs about “healthy eating” have corrupted what used to be basic common sense about eating. An easy rule to adopt is don’t eat anything your grandmother wouldn’t recognize as food because side-stepping the existing system is the easiest. When I arrived at Grandma’s place, she was making marshmallow-rice-crispy squares. Well, maybe my great grandma then. After telling grandma I’d shopped at a Saskatoon farmer’s market, a day or two earlier, she couldn’t understand why. She’d never shopped there because she knew the prices were crazy expensive. Not unlike Janine, yesterday, balking at the price of organic free-range chickens — “I can get two chickens for that price!”
I was going to call this post "Aggregating & Filtering using Yahoo Pipes" but, y'know, I wanted someone to actually read this ;)
What I've done: I used Yahoo Pipes to combine all the Summer Blog’s 13 Challengers into a single rss feed. (Call it a roll yer own AnalogCoast) . This complex wizardry took me around an hour. I’ll give you the link, talk about why Yahoo Pipes is awesome, then a tour of how easily you too can be an internet wiz. Go on… inhale!
You can find the feed at:
Clicking that link will give you a nice warm’n’fuzzy page that’s nice to look at (click the List button if Image is selected). If you’re not familiar with rss feeds, I suggest you play with google reader. If you are familiar with rss feeds, you’ll likely prefer the direct rss feed for the Summer Blogging Challenge 2010
Yahoo Pipes is pretty fucking amazing and it can do tons more than a simple aggregation. Examples.
- There is a website which occasionally publishes pictures of hot girls. You would like to filter it, creating a feed which only includes hot girls. I made one called Bike Babe of the Day.
- An awesome site’s feed only includes links the articles, while you’d rather have the entire article displayed inline so you can just read the damn article in your reader. May I present Penny Arcade inline (rss) and What’s Alan Watching inline (the yahoo pipes GUI doesn’t display it for some reason, but the actual rss feed does work)
- I didn’t make those last two pipes… which is actually the best part: you can search for other peoples genius pipes and you can clone & edit your own copies!
- If a pipe doesn’t quite suit your tastes, you can change and tweak it
- Your Homework Challenge: create an SBC feed that includes random lol cats were mixed in.
- Hint: you could edit my pipe or use it as input into your own
- Learn from people who know more about pipes by seeing exactly how they did it
- If a pipe doesn’t quite suit your tastes, you can change and tweak it
- Much much more. But they ain’t payin’ me, so I’ll stop here
Yahoo Pipes contains an visionary promise. It lets you slice & dice content from anywhere and pull it together. You can filter things out, you can remove ads, you can mash-up the internet, because almost everything has an rss feed. And if it doesn’t, you could even turn a static page into a feed. And I really do mean you. More advance things will require someone with a programmer-type-mindset, or someone who’s spent far too much time with spreadsheet functions and macros. But the basics are within anyone’s grasp.
You don’t even need to read my words, just look at the pictures that follow…
When I learned that self-control is an exhaustible resource, insight flowed into me regarding my recent emotions and behaviours. I’d been too keen to pile on more and more things to do, constantly reorganizing the kitchen and pantry; put out the latest podcast; completely change the way I shop for groceries and cook our family’s food; pack and un-pack clothes for endless trips; build physiotherapy into my daily life (I buggered my foot up, again, a few months back); much more I’m likely forgetting. All new things requiring self discipline and none of it on auto-pilot. When I needed my self-control, like dealing with a screaming irrational infant or not telling Janine the first thing that came to mind, it wasn’t there. I’d used it up. I must realize I’m not an automatic machine; I may fool myself for brief stretches but no matter how convenient it’d be if I were, I’m not. The illusion collapses when the self-control reservoir is gone. And when it’s gone, quite unlike a machine, I go batshit crazy .
I was short on sleep and carving myself into smaller and smaller pieces. For our recent anniversary, Janine sent me to a spa for a relaxation massage (Have I mentioned lately how much I *LOVE* my wife?) and I was required to fill out a form that included the question “What are your relaxation activities?” I laughed out loud. Then I thought that’s probably a bad sign.
Even as my worst day was happening, I was self-aware enough to write “I am pulling myself in too many directions at once and the attachment to all these things appears to be causing me some deep deep suffering.” I’m feeling better these days. Things are better. I need more energy to tackle these new projects, so where will this energy come from? What will I give up? When I sat down this morning to write out how I’ve been trying to be different, these six things emerged…
You have agreed to participate in a few studies. You were asked to show up to the center a bit hungry. Entering a room your nostrils are delighted by the smell of fresh baked cookies wafting through the air. In a bowl you see moist chocolate chips, slightly melted, nestled in a golden puffy dough. The cookie shapes are slightly irregular, clearly homemade deliciousness in baked form. As if everyone’s grandma’s baked cookies, and then only the best of those cookies got together and had a big orgy and had baby cookies and then only the best of those were placed before you. The bowl of cookies is sending tingly eat-me-now signals directly to the chocolate cortex of your brain. The other bowl contains radishes.
|50% of participants are asked
to eat some cookies
but no radishes
|50% of participants are asked
to eat some radishes
but no cookies
Quick, roll 1d100! The researcher leaves the room for a few minutes. Of course, because this isn’t your home and you’re part of a study you don’t cheat. You eat the assigned food. Hope you were assigned the cookies. Mmmmm.
Okay, that test is finished. It’s explained to you the next test is to determine who’s better at solving problems, people of your educational background, or people who have completed less education that you have. You are given a series of puzzles requiring you to trace a complicated geometric shape without retracing any lines and without lifting your pencil from the paper. You’re given more paper and pencils than you could ever use and you can keep trying as long as you’d like.
What they don’t tell you is that the puzzles are designed to be unsolvable. There is no way you can possibly ever complete this test. The other thing they neglected to mention is the two tests you’ve been given were related.
spend an average of
19 minutes and
at solving the problems
spend an average of
8 minutes and
at solving the problems
What’s going on? Both complex geometric problems and resisting the chocolate chip cookies require self-control. Radish eaters had to do both while chocolate eaters had more self-control to spare for the geometric problems. Not self-control in the narrowest sense of the word (e.g. resisting cookies, cigarettes or alcohol) but in the broadest: think of assembling a new bookshelf or learning a new dance. Contrast that with mental-autopilot behaviours like brushing your teeth or a daily commute to work. This is a scientific, repeatable experiment that’s actually been conducted. It turns out that self-control is an exhaustible resource.
Last year around this time a bunch of fellow bloggers decided to unleash a torrent of awesomeness upon these internets known as the “Summer Blogging Challenge”. They’re at it again and I’ve decided to join. At least that’s what I told Liam at the last minute… I don’t think anyone but him knows I’m a participant. I’ll be like the funny kid playing catch by himself next to the soccer match.
A minimum 150 words per day x 31 days. It sounds easy right? Then how come I’ve never done it. I hope to build some word-producing into part of my daily routine instead of what I usually do: wait until I feel motivated or desperate to unleash some sort of bloggery. Usually starting after midnight after everyone else in the house has ended there day. Yeah, any wonder that blogging fell off after my 9-5 job ended? Oh, and related to that I will be defining “day” as “before I go to sleep”. Not that I’m requesting any special treatments from the powers that be. I fully accept whatever wordcounts are granted to me by the automated scripts Liam has concocted. I’m just talking about how I plan to start running this marathon. Like meditating, I’m going to focus on my attempt.
I’m excited. I’ve been wanting to write so much on FoW and it keeps not happening. I can’t believe my last post was two weeks ago. I really intended to follow that up, so maybe this is a good time to step up to the plate. Plus, finally, finally, finally, we have no plans for the weekends coming up. Okay, well, no out of town plans. Janine’s already tried to make plans and I’ve told her to go ahead, but I’m staying here. My sanity needs to rebuild itself and that involves not adding more obligations to my to-do list. But isn’t blogging every day itself an obligation? A rather persistent and potentially overwhelming one?
Haha… well, perhaps so. But even if it is, it’ll should be good reading, eh?
What I should be doing: Planning meals and shopping for the week. Because the one thing I've found helps me cope and combat all the bad foods trying to invade my home is planning. The enemy of good health is lack of time, and television.
What I am doing: Watching Oprah, who's doing some special on diabetes. Some woman has no feet because she ignored diabetes until it was too late. Doctor Oz just showed a pyramid of bags of sugar, then he took away half of it and said "That's how much sugar people were eating a generation ago" We haven't quite doubled the average sugar intake, but it's getting close. In one generation.
My life is just too full at the moment to reply to everyone who has commented, or sent me private emails (Thanks Lionel, you gave me the best advise) regarding my last few posts. So sorry I can't say thank you to everyone who has commented, but please please please please know that I have read each and every comment and knowing I have such great friends, many of whom feel the same way as me, has been a great inspiration in a week I have felt very very very alone.
So today is most definitely the worst day I’ve had in the last few years and I’m not sure I can even tell you why. I don’t even understand why. It started with my wife, last night, complaining how I hadn’t done her laundry. It was in a suitcase, in the garage and I didn’t even know it was there. To her it felt a bit intentional. To me, it felt like she should shut the fuck up.
Right, so here’s where it gets tricky because I’ve had this internal rule, based on a desire for a stable home life, that I don’t write about my home life that much nor about my wife at all. It’s not like she’d know because it’s not like she ever reads anything I write. But if I’m sensational enough I’m certain it would get back to her since most of my readership, about about 95% of people who have ever commented, are friends with her as well. And 24 hours later, her and I are at peace with one another. So what’s there to blog about?
Well, let’s review.
I threw the dog half-way across the yard. He actually literally shit himself in midair (I threw a dog from our porch and saw the shit land separately from the dog). I pulled the indoor door handle off the our truck, I pulled it closed so quickly (in anger). That’ll cost us hundreds of dollars I’m sure. I destroyed one of our lamps by throwing it on the floor and jumping on it. Then I took pleasure in bending it into smaller pieces so I could fit it into the trash. I screamed (and I mean screamed, beatles and bieber fans had nothing on me) at the top of my lungs at Nathan to shut the fuck up (I had put him in the crib, with a soother, and did not go near him. I might be a horrible person at times, but at least, today, I knew when I needed to remove myself from my son)
When we let corporations do the cooking, they’re bound to go heavy on sugar, fat and salt; these are three tastes we’re hard-wired to like, which happen to be dirt cheap to add and do a good job masking the shortcomings of processed food. And if you make special-occasion foods cheap and easy enough to eat every day, we will eat them every day. The time and work involved in cooking, as well as the delay in gratification built into the process, served as an important check on our appetite. Now that check is gone, and we’re struggling to deal with the consequences.
~ Some guy I’m becoming a huge fan of (article gets good, imho, around part 5)
So I’m going to violate all sorts of internal rules and just type, and then post. Taking inspiration from my friend Cliff, who blogs like its going out of style. And my friend Chad, who tends to blog about something a bit obscure (World Of Warcraft) and because he talks about his own experiences and doesn’t preach, make the subject fascinating. I’ve known FoW’s next “theme” for quite a while now but haven’t had time to write at the level of sophistication as when I had a different job (case in point: missing is the blog entry where I quit being a programmer and started being a full time dad)
I’m starting backwards. Really I should start telling you about Jamie Oliver’s Food Revolution. But that was soooo three months ago, now I’m all fired up about the last four hours I spent reading Michael Pollan’s random articles. Except why should I talk about that when, amazing as they are, I should post a book review about In Defense of Food first, as that’s how I first encountered his life-changing prose. God Dammit, will I ever get to my point?
Well, if this was a book, or an essay, I suppose I’d start with a paragraph or seven outlining what you might expect to encounter in subsequent entries (though I make no such promises; I’m bad at fulfilling promises). Don’t click those links, I’m just being thorough. I’ll get to my point, promise, starting on the next sentence.
I’m going to spend the rest of my life eating it (or, if I’m not careful, scientifically formulated imitations thereof). Approximately three times per day. And until a few months ago I didn’t give a rats ass what I was ingesting. I had preferences and I knew which nutrients I should avoid (fat, or possibly carbohydrates, or protein? fuck, I’m confused again) but really, I was happy to eat whatever the restaurant, or my wife, or my mother, or whoever, put in front of me. Jamie Oliver crusaded to improve school lunches first in the U.K. and more recently in America; I caught the TV show (I highly recommend torrenting episodes 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 & 6) and it has inspired me.
I desire to avoid processed foods of all types. I want to reclaim the family meal. I want to cook healthy whole meals for my family, friends and anyone else who wanders through my kitchen. I have resolved to try to be a better cook. But I’m just a beginner. Sometimes beginners spend their passion preaching instead of practicing and none of you want to hear me tell you how to eat or what to eat. And if I ever veer into that territory then I’m sorry because all I want to do is share with you a piece of my life that excites me. And should I stray, please bitch slap me in the comments. Seriously, I am a pretentious ass some days so feel free to knock me down a peg any time it seems appropriate
My mother raised me just fine, cooking meals from scratch, passed down by her mother and her mother before. She taught me to cook and I made meals from scratch; I moved away and forgot it all as quickly as possible. Now I wish so badly that it had played out differently. I’ve bought four cookbooks in the last five months and all because I’m craving desperately to reclaim something. I could spend a hundred thousand words trying to capture what that is, but I don’t yet have a simple phrase to encapsulate it… if I knew what it was, I’d have it already. But I have the scent. I know the direction I want to move. And I want to take my family with me. And you, even if just a voyeur.
I want to change my life. I want to change my food. I want to eat fresh ingredients, I want to make tasty meals, I don’t particularly want to blog recipies (though I might one day) because that’s as boring as an ikea assembly manual. Yet I do want to share this amazing treasure I’ve found. The idea that I can opt out of a system that is selling me bread that thirty years ago would’ve, by law, been required to label itself as imitation bread (at least in the U.S.)
Notice that I haven’t hyperlinked anything in three paragraphs? Also, it’s 8 minutes past my absolutely must click publish self-imposed deadline and I haven’t event done the bare minimum of CSS-styling. Time to end this post then. Please, do me a favour. I mean, please, I’m begging you: kick my ass. If I haven’t posted in a week then demand I surrender the domain name. The universe didn’t open itself up to me for shits & giggles. Let’s see what I have to say next. Until then I’ll leave you with somebody else’s words:
“Easy. You want Americans to eat less? I have the diet for you. It’s short, and it’s simple. Here’s my diet plan: Cook it yourself. That’s it. Eat anything you want — just as long as you’re willing to cook it yourself.”
~ Same article, quoting someone else