I am in the midst of quite the week. Let’s see: a hefty workload and two back-to-back major evening work events, followed by evening social outings, a pre-work doctor’s visit, the final days of my Bikram pass. A sane person might have prepared for such a marathon week by taking a relaxing Sunday, but no, I had yoga and brunch and theater and errands. I guess I kind of thrive off a busy schedule.
This blog is not a to-do list, of course [...contrary to what previous posts may say]. I wouldn’t commit to my plans if I didn’t want to take part: I could easily just go to work and come home and go to sleep. But where would the living be in that?
a simple side salad, with almond-tamarind dressing and a healthy
sprinkling of dulse. love the salty-sweet.
When life gets crazy, as it seems to be more and more often lately, I find myself very grounded by my meals. Last night, as I packed up the following day’s breakfast and lunch to-go while simultaneously preparing dinner, I felt so at ease.
I prepared a plateful of roasted vegetables, because it was apparently winter yesterday even though it will be summer tomorrow. [40 degrees to 80 degrees in the space of 48 hours? Sure, that must be normal.] As I arranged my coconut-oil-baked fennel, parsnip, and okra alongside my avocado and soft-boiled eggs, it felt perfect. It felt necessary. It tasted wonderful. I ate while chatting with my sister and her visiting friends, sipped my glass of three-buck chuck, and felt my mind slow peacefully back to earth.
a perfect stir fry, coated in black sesame seeds, with a side of
couscous and avocado – because my green guys go with everything.
Sometimes people say that we shouldn’t put too much emphasis on food. We shouldn’t rely on it to handle our emotions – for comfort, for sadness, for happiness or for anger. I agree to a point, of course – we do need to be mindful of why we eat.
But, I also find something beautiful about allowing food to hold importance, making it a priority, and letting it be a foundation in our lives. It is, after all, nourishment that sustains us and gives us life. Why not let it bring us a bit of peace?
That’s exactly how my meals have felt recently. Moments of calm amidst the insanity. Every plate, full of plants and more plants, has brought to me a sense of calm and a little bit of joy. I’m glad to have that.
Does food ground you when your life becomes busy? If not, what does?