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Food is Love
Food is a language.
Food is thought.
Food for thought.
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Food can tell a story………take a moment to hear the details.
It can be a simple sentence,
a bold and direct story giving you a clear
idea of what was meant.
Or it can be layered with numerous flavors and nuances
and meanings
that are not completely understood at first taste,
not able to be dissected
because the combination of flavors
have created something
entirely different
than the sum of its parts.
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Sometimes you may think it is a short story, easily understood, but
as it unfolds the
simplicity becomes elegance,
a clarity of thought.
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It can tell a story of traderoutes,
families moving on,
intermarriages of cultures,
battles won and lost,
weather patterns, ice ages,
winds shifting and animal migration.
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Of genetic diversity and mutations
and the beauty of chaos
and order
Of traditions and teachings and families and love,
gatherings and partings,
Of travel and
preserving and
hauling and
carrying and
caring.
Of fat times and the Depression
Of long winters and bountiful summers,
and droughts.
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The way mom did it and the way I am going to do it
Little more of this, how about a dash of that,
Of ovens and hearths and carbon based life
changing molecular forms and plates loaded up
Brinois, chiffonade, julienne, concasse,
chop, mince, dice, peel, core,
Wedge, cube, sliver
Taming the Entropy
into a system of
jars and cans and shelves and de-lectable de-lights.
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Of molecules and biology so beautiful and interconnected that we
can
barely
see.
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Of knives and crushing and drying and chopping and dicing and poking and
sharpening and
grinding and stuffing and hanging and tying
and weather worn fingers with callouses
She can bone a chicken while you’re still untying your shoe laces
Lickety split.
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Of cast iron and clay pots and
woven baskets and leather flasks and
copper and kettles and cauldrons and
stainless steel.
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A special meal for birthday,
or alone at last,
or congratulations,
or making up,
or Thanks Mom…. get better soon.
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Food prepared with hopes of love,
Praying that everything will turn out ….. just right.
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But there is food that lost its
heart not its fault
we took it away.
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Rows and rows and bins and bins and lots and lots
centralized, capitalized, captureized, colonized,
falsified, fortified
industrialized, ionized, homogenized,
pasture-ized, pasteurized, Plasticized,
Crammed Rammed Hammed Spammed and Damned
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Slow it down a bit please
There needs to be a little entropy
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Back to backyard.
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I love you and I want to cook you dinner.
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Take a breath,
Take a bite,
Take a whiff,
Take a load off
Take a day and make soup.
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Give it some time
Give it some thought
Give it a go.
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