Most of the time I feel like I have too many aspirations for just one life. I want to be a librarian, write stories, become fluent in german, live in Germany one day, and have a farm house with land where I grow the majority of my food. It just seems like there isn’t enough time.
While thinking about my last dream noted, I want to comment on something: I think one of the worst things about growing up in America now is that in most areas, especially cities, there’s a huge disconnect between humans and their food. Nutrition is a word that dissipates from our lives after we’ve outgrown adolescence, right along with the questionable “reliant” reputation of the food pyramid which was created by and still overseen by people with close ties to major food/drink corporations in America.
I have a kind of romantic wish to live a life with a closer relationship to my food – to severely limit my intake of processed foods, buy fresh from the farmer’s market, and really pay attention to my body’s needs. I’ve always wanted to be this way but convenience, budgets, and laziness eventually take over after a week or so. This time I want to strive to achieve a goal but be realistic about it: it will be hard to afford to eat only organic, or to get buy without any processed foods (pasta being one of the main culprits). With my busy schedule of maybe one day off a week it can also be hard for me to go to the grocery as often as I need to (but then again, this is something I need to change about myself and force myself to think of this as a necessity for a healthy life.) I have been thinking a lot about my complicated relationship with food and I am going to take time to set up a month goal for myself: Perhaps in June to eat vegan with only locally grown vegetables?
Until then, here are two food/farm-related books I love:
I love reading about strong women. This book is like a strong-woman memoir of survival.
I was vegetarian for around three months when I read this book, but if I had read it before then I’d like to think I would have become vegetarian right then and there. From its reviews, this is a typical reaction to someone reading this for the first time. It gets to you. One of my favorite parts is when he goes undercover with a young animal activist to a small factory farm – Foer doesn’t hold back on the hundreds of emotions contradicting themselves during the entire experience.
And I didn’t particularly care for this book because the author often talks about how the experience was weighing down on her children, and instead of feeling inspired to try something new with my food/lifestyle choices, it made me feel like I had more excuses NOT to try anything new. I know real stories have to be realistic and not cookie-cutter perfect without human emotions, but talking about how your kids were craving citrus fruits so you got them the sweetest vegetables available at the time is just downright depressing. All in all it was an interesting read but I probably won’t read it again.