Sunday, 15 December 2013

Food - Art - Mindfulness


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My partner Mary and I agree on our travel destinations according to where we can go and eat. We even consider going to a party or a get-together according to the food that will be served. We love to explore new places and try different foods. Talking about the goodness of food, art, and mindfulness are some of our passions.
Eating has become in some households and school rooms a ‘chemical warfare’. The names of the ingredients are unpronounceable on some products and their nutritional value is a big fat zero. However, it is quick to prepare and cheap to buy. Forgetting the high cost and the long lasting damage it may do to a person’s health, physically and mentally.
Eating and preparing the food is an art form, a sensual experience, connecting, while laughing with friends and family in the celebration of life. Yesterday, we went over to friends of ours carrying a smoked seafood lasagne. In the morning we sautéed home grown garlic and Portobello mushrooms in a cast iron pan and onions out of our garden with gluten free flour mix and diluted whip cream in another. I love the smell of sautéed onions. Little bowls of de-boned smoked mackerel and shredded mild Gouda from the Dutchman in Great Village, NS filled our live cut edge table. Yes, it took some time to prepare the meal, and yes, it is easier to buy something already prepared. But Mary and I had wonderful conversations about the world and how we feel about the spirit of Christmas. Preparing food for someone else exposes vulnerability about one self, because one never knows how it will turn out, especially when one has never made it before. Off we went. It became a surprise for all of us, when we took the first spoonful. Our friends supplied the homemade bread, relish, and the pickled beets. No unpronounceable ingredients in this meal. We laughed, danced, and watched some finches eat some bird food for a while. Nice!       

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