I don’t want to imagine a day without food. I am blessed to have all the food I need. I also can have the food I want. I have been in a time and place where I have had to borrow and beg for food from any sympathetic acquaintance. I wasn’t starving. I was hungry and uncomfortable. I didn’t need that experience to know others don’t have the luxury of food at one’s disposal. I know it from observing the world around me.
This post is supposed to be about the ability I have now to bring home the exquisite and unique ingredients with which I’ve always wanted to experiment. It seems absurd when there are people in this blog world who may not have food for the rest of the week or day.
What are the most precious fruits of this Earth? Originally I planned to speak of the homegrown garden vegetables, fresh herbs, soil-rich tubers, zests of citrus, grains blossomed under a swollen sun, earthen treasures that make my mouth water. I love food. I spend a ridiculous amount of time thinking about what I’ll eat next.
As I patrol the food aisles and drive past a field where a commodity-keeper struggles to save this shoot or that calf, another sense is awakened. I see. I contribute to the pantries. I donate extra produce from our garden. I propogate a nurturing of the real fruits of the Earth.
Do you taste?