The Food Matters Project is back again. Every Monday from now until who knows when, I’ll be participating. Sharing bits and pieces of my food journey along the way. At least that’s the plan. However, Monday after next I’ll be ditching out to bring you a special announcement—Where in the world are we moving? Or not moving. In the meantime I’ll be biting my nails or eating (small) handfuls of this. Save me.
Homemade Popcorn. No fussy packaging or fake butter flavoring necessary. 100% the real deal. Made on the comfort of your kitchen stove. Happy popping noises included. Has the ability to convert a non popcorn eater like me. I’m smitten.
Food Journey Part 1: Food matters. As a car needs gas, our bodies need food. And just like a car, if you put the wrong gas in it, you can expect adverse outcomes. Healthy—a word loaded with many different connotations. Good and bad. My definition has changed over the years. Vastly. And I imagine it will continue to be refined. Today, my definition means pure. Unprocessed. Made from scratch. Moderation. Olive oil. Butter. Vegetables.Unbleached flour. Preservative-free. Wheat. Fresh. Cake. Fruit. I call myself purist.
But I haven’t always been this way. Fast food. Boxed food. Shiny wrapped food. Food has been a sore spot in my life. I’ve wrestled with it. Lost. Wrestled some more. And lost. Or should I say gained. A love/hate relationship describes it best. But since it’s Valentine’s week, I’ll end with love and save the hate for next week.