In our last post, Justin shared a little bit of our story as to how we found raw food.Before this blog gets to the present day, I want to rewind and give a timeline as to how I first found raw food.
The year was 2000, and I was hanging out with a lot of people with a wide variety of eating habits. I myself had been a vegetarian for over 7 years. Some of my friends were vegetarians, some were vegans, and I even knew a few baconitarians (they mainly ate bacon. Long story).One day, one of my vegan friends told me about how she learned about raw food, and she was now a raw foodist. In fact, she made a raw apple pie that day, and offered me a piece.
There, in front of me, was a raw apple pie. It looked like apple pie - there was a crust, there were apples, and there was some sort of crumble on top. I took the fork, and ate the first bite of "Official Raw Food". It was crunchy, and tart. It was......well..... raw! There was this moment; it happened like a bolt of lightning right into my brain. Raw food instantly made sense.
I understood raw food. Right then and there.I didn't need a book to explain raw food.
I could hear my mind exclaim:"raw food is awesome!"
But how do you live as a raw foodist? That was the first question in my mind as I took another bite. I don't remember what the raw apple pie tasted like because I was so deep in thought as to how I was going to become a raw foodist.
And after that night I went out to the library. It was always the first place I went when I was learning something new. Huh. I was surprised. There were no books on raw food at the library. Bummer.Next stop was the bookstore. I was ready to be a raw foodist. It must be easy, I thought. After searching at three different bookstores, I found one book on raw food:RAW, by Juliano. I bought it. I took it home, and read it over and over. I was going to be a raw foodist.
I had big ambitions. I'd daydream about being a raw foodist. I even met some people who were raw foodists. For some reason, it wasn't as easy as the beautiful pictures, or as easy as all my new raw food friends made it seem.
I can't quite remember how I would "fail" at being a raw foodist, but I did. I was never 100% raw.Every week I would try again. I would make a plan. Buy groceries. Try to make recipes, despite the fact I did not have a blender, food processor, or dehydrator. I'd get hungry, and I'd have cheese, or cereal.
It was a cycle:Buy raw food. Love eating fruit, or vegetables, or salad. Get hungry. Eat something cooked. Feel sad. Read the un-cookbook. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.
I wanted to be raw. If passion created success, I would have been raw over six years ago.
I never gave up. I knew someday I would be a raw foodist.
In my next post I'll share with you how I took a detour from the Raw Highway, got lost, but found my way again!
Until then, have a great day!
~ Heidi
In our last post, Justin shared a little bit of our story as to how we found raw food.Before this blog gets to the present day, I want to rewind and give a timeline as to how I first found raw food.
The year was 2000, and I was hanging out with a lot of people with a wide variety of eating habits. I myself had been a vegetarian for over 7 years. Some of my friends were vegetarians, some were vegans, and I even knew a few baconitarians (they mainly ate bacon. Long story).One day, one of my vegan friends told me about how she learned about raw food, and she was now a raw foodist. In fact, she made a raw apple pie that day, and offered me a piece.
There, in front of me, was a raw apple pie. It looked like apple pie - there was a crust, there were apples, and there was some sort of crumble on top. I took the fork, and ate the first bite of "Official Raw Food". It was crunchy, and tart. It was......well..... raw! There was this moment; it happened like a bolt of lightning right into my brain. Raw food instantly made sense.
I understood raw food. Right then and there.I didn't need a book to explain raw food.
I could hear my mind exclaim:"raw food is awesome!"
But how do you live as a raw foodist? That was the first question in my mind as I took another bite. I don't remember what the raw apple pie tasted like because I was so deep in thought as to how I was going to become a raw foodist.
And after that night I went out to the library. It was always the first place I went when I was learning something new. Huh. I was surprised. There were no books on raw food at the library. Bummer.Next stop was the bookstore. I was ready to be a raw foodist. It must be easy, I thought. After searching at three different bookstores, I found one book on raw food:RAW, by Juliano. I bought it. I took it home, and read it over and over. I was going to be a raw foodist.
I had big ambitions. I'd daydream about being a raw foodist. I even met some people who were raw foodists. For some reason, it wasn't as easy as the beautiful pictures, or as easy as all my new raw food friends made it seem.
I can't quite remember how I would "fail" at being a raw foodist, but I did. I was never 100% raw.Every week I would try again. I would make a plan. Buy groceries. Try to make recipes, despite the fact I did not have a blender, food processor, or dehydrator. I'd get hungry, and I'd have cheese, or cereal.
It was a cycle:Buy raw food. Love eating fruit, or vegetables, or salad. Get hungry. Eat something cooked. Feel sad. Read the un-cookbook. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.
I wanted to be raw. If passion created success, I would have been raw over six years ago.
I never gave up. I knew someday I would be a raw foodist.
In my next post I'll share with you how I took a detour from the Raw Highway, got lost, but found my way again!
Until then, have a great day!
~ Heidi