I don’t remember when I fell in love with food. In my early married wife I was strictly a utilitarian cook. Daniel has consumed more than his share of unadorned hamburger patties. To hear him recall those days, they were served every. single. night. I recall a few mac and cheese and tuna fish sandwiches once in a blue moon, too ; – )
When my health began to decline, I went looking for answers. For me, most of it led back to toxic emotions and toxic food. Along with working through the emotional stuff, I started asking questions about the food I put on the table every evening. What is “natural flavoring?” I wondered. The answer: Oftentimes, it’s MSG. Check out Truth in Labeling for a scary list of the kind of havoc just that one ingredient can inflict.
Neurotoxins, hormones, pesticides and genetically modified foods became the enemy. I stripped our already BORING menu down to a few approved items. Daniel was not a fan of the new regime. In fact, he got downright subversive with late night trips to Taco Bell, McDonald’s, etc. Not that I blame him (much). To get his cooperation, I had to do something drastic.
I had to learn to cook.
Along the way, I learned something that has literally changed how I live every single day: Healthy food is meant to be enjoyed, not endured.
Creamy, raw milk fresh from a local farm. Eggs from pastured chickens that spend their lives in fresh air and sunlight. Meat from animals that graze in pasture instead of standing ankle deep in sewage while packed in alongside 1000 other cows that don’t have enough space to turn around in. As I began to look into how my food was produced, I discovered that the difference is more than one of ideology. The flavor and nutritional value are worlds apart.
I fell in love with food. Real food.
The pleasure and physical nourishment I have derived from whole foods has kept me vibrant and healthy (albeit sleep deprived) through pregnancy, two years of nursing, and now another pregnancy while still nursing. I no longer have acne (which I did into my mid-twenties) or acid reflux. I love this journey. Do you love food as much as I do?