Food is probably the center of animal existence. We are what we eat, after all. These days, in much of the world, food is so readily accessible that the relationship we have with food has become more complicated and, in some ways, unnatural. In a more primitive world food was always a good thing. Always. Today food can be a bane, a plague, a curse. How strange.
You know what rarely gets eaten anymore? There was a time when more animals, and even some humans, ate a thing that is rarely eaten today. Human. It's just not for breakfast anymore.
These days I'm trying to be more natural in what I eat. I'm eating more whole grains and fruits. I'm staying away from prepared foods. I'm munching more often on rocks and wood. I'm devouring giant mouthfuls of dirt and grass and sky. I'm avoiding all food that has a logo on it or is wrapped in plastic or is intended to be eaten by humans. I want the freshest meats. I'm parking at the edge of cow pastures and running after nervous cattle and jumping teeth-first at their jugulars. I'm doing all of this in the name of health and wholeness.
I was reading recently about the benefits of vegetarianism. According to this pamphlet, real vegetarians are, by far, the healthiest of humans. I wonder if they taste good?
In truth, however, I am at the mercy of people more animal than myself. I have no idea how to turn an animal into edible food. I assume you have to get rid of the hair and clothes and things somehow. Then you should cook them, unless they are sushi. I really have no idea.
Today I am consumed by food.
Hello, friends. What's for lunch?
Later. Love.
