Yes, I’m the nut taking pictures in the produce section. I
couldn’t help myself – isn’t it pretty?
Sometimes I’ll slice into a purple onion and I can’t believe
how neat it looks. That's how you know you've crossed over into dorky adult-land. Ask a kid to take a look at an onion and appreciate its beauty and you'll get the look. You know the one -- the one that says, "um what? that's an onion."
The truth is, I love food. I used to think this made me
gluttonous. Growing up in Southern California can be hard on a young girl’s
self image, and unfortunately, I was not spared. Despite my mom’s best efforts –
always cooking healthy meals and encouraging me to aim towards health and
strength, somewhere in there I began to buy into the notion that girls should
be thin and not eat much. Problem was, I had a great appetite. I remember
holding my stomach in starting in fourth grade. I remember not eating foods
that were healthy because I thought I would gain weight. Then in my 20’s I
consistently ate processed food that had zero fat grams, but lots of chemicals
and refined carbs. My skin looked awful, I got my first cavities, and my energy
level was in the toilet for being so young. It makes me sad to remember that…
Somewhere in my later twenties I realized that when I ate almonds and oatmeal
and avocado and olive oil and steak (yes, steak) I felt better – I could run
farther and faster, and I didn’t gain weight. My body was so much happier. Food
is beautiful and I love it. I love cooking it and I will eat anything… I’ve never been a picky eater. Someday I will grow a huge and awesome garden. While I prefer to eat healthy organic food 99% of the time, there is a time
and a place for a greasy double bacon cheeseburger and chocolate cake. Like so
many things in life, it is a balance… One thing is for sure, good food makes me
happy.
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