Food is the fuel to life, and thankfully unlike
some processes that we rely on for survival IT'S SUBLIME, I would go as far as
to say HEAVNLY! This is solely for the people who have enough chance the environment
they inhabit gives them the opportunity to eat what they please and as much as
they please. (MONEY STATUS PERMITTING). I consider the food I eat sacred
because so many people around the world either have no food at all or eat food
that shouldn’t even be considered proper nourishment because of the way it is made,
and many of the people simply live this way because they are brainwashed by the
government that what they are given is “good” and all that truly matters is the
mass corporation makes more money, not the quality of consumers health. Honestly
I don’t honor my food with what respect it deserves when my mother buys the groceries
and puts them in the fridge. I see no price tag, and haven’t induced any labor
to get the money, to provide the supply of food or to make this food. However
when I buy food with my own money or make the meal myself I treat my food with
more respect, but when I respect my food the most and it taste the best is when
I pick it, kill it, catch it OR (WHEN MY GRANDMOTHER COOKS IN FRANCE, SHE IS
THE BEST CHEF EVER!).
My family
owns a country house in upstate New York (Delaware County) in a minuscule town
called Roxbury. Across the road is an organic farm, which is owned, and ran by
a family friend named Tovey Halleck. I have been all over the farm since we
bought the property and have done all sorts of things such as, weed, plant,
pick, take care of the animals, kill the animals, and help run their local farm
stands (also hanging out with all the interesting individuals it attracts with
magnetic strength). When I am in the fields and eat the vegetables raw; with remnants
of dirt is when the food tastes the purist. He has a field that is only sweet
corn; eaten raw in the field is like biting into gold, with a sweet texture
like Dulce de Leche and rice pudding combined, but with the flavor of corn. I
come from a household where food is one of the biggest events, on my mother’s side;
my grandmother cooks food to die for, and had 3 daughters and all 3 work in
culinary environments. I have been raised to only eat organic and not
mass-produced when possible and affordable, no other drinks at the table but
water and wine, eating fruit, and cheese, and ALWAYS SALAD. I come from a home
that places food on a shrine... When I was younger on a typical brick cold day
I would go to the Chinese restaurant on my schools block and get a warm deep-fried
eggroll, I thought it was the best, a burning coal to embrace with decent taste
and a full belly for a buck! I would put my key into the door, turn the key,
close the door, greet my mother and out of her mouth would come ***"Tu peu la friture Eloise! TU ET ALLET OU ENCORE?! UNLEVE MOI SE
MONTO"…."Je t'aime ousi maman". "You stink like deep fry Eloise! WHERE DID YOU GO AGAIN? TAKE OFF
THAT COAT”…..” Love you too ma”. I must admit this may have prompted my desire
to eat crap (im rebelling aren’t I cool) but as I grow older and realize the
way I eat is not the norm in The United States, when the resources could be available
this… is not a what we would call al 3rd world country, even though we seem to
act like savages that we should have dared called "3rd world
countries" before…. Whatever that ranking’s signify. When meat taste the best
is when I stay at my grandmother’s house in France and she buys all her food
from the local butcher who is a local free-range supplier she’s known for 40 years.
Following the traditional French culture to buy all produce local and at each separate
store for the item, such as the butcher, the pasta and cheese shop, the
fisherman stand, the vegetable market, the wine for the vineyard producer and
so on. Even though this is strong in French culture it is fading and more
mass-produced corporations are being used such as fast food. If food
consumption was local everywhere in the USA, everyone would automatically have
better health’s, through better diet.
I have
adopted this passion for food like the women of my blood and flesh before me. Recently
I’ve been learning all I can from my mother and all the cultures I have been
exposed to in anyways. My dream for when I live alone, and must cook I want to
cook all different culture’s taste bud palette spectrums. Lately I seem to have
this fascination with Indian food but I love and somewhat know, southern, Provencal
Mediterranean, Creole style, all sorts of Latin American, and some classic Americans.
*** FRECH
SPELLING NOT CORRECT….
Eloise,
ReplyDeleteI enjoy your enthusiasm.
Interesting angles- organic farm, your grandma, comparative politics, and your mom's response to an eggroll.
A proofread would have helped to smooth out the transitions, catch errors ("Frech spelling"), eliminate tangents (3rd world).
Feel free to write longer, as well.