This is what came out of the package full of goodies I received in the post a week ago: two kinds of home-baked sprouted bread and a jar of home-made almond butter.
And no - I did not order it online from a health-food supplier. I was invited - treated - by a client/student/new friend, whom I suspect is a natural talent when it comes to making things. Yummy food is one of them.
When my client kindly offered to make the bread for me, I waited to run my emotional wave to see whether I would like to eat sprouted bread. I was surprised to observe my authority actually reacting to it as if it was a food I was about to take in. My stomach tightened at the thought initially. So I waited with my reply, given that my projector friend was going to go through all this trouble just for me.
A couple of days later I felt clear that I would like to try the bread, and feeling relieved that I can graciously accept the offer. Ten days later the delicious package arrived. It was all a slow cooking process which made it all the more precious. The grains were bought and sprouted in their own time and then ground, baked and finally packaged and posted with love.
But this is not the end of the story, it’s just the beginning. When the package finally arrived I embarked on a concentrated week of sampling the foods and processing it while running my metabolic wave - as I now fondly call it. I went through different phases over a few days - all with different sensations, tastes and smells. It became clear that even pure ingredient foods have surprising depths worth exploring.
My friend’s almond butter tastes very different from the ones previously bought from the local health food store. Hers is more ‘roasted’ in aroma and taste, and more concentrated. A different frequency altogether.
Now. Will I try to make the bread myself? I doubt it. I am far too lazy, possibly because my way of consecutive eating tends to be readily accessible and simple. In any case I could never replicate the wonderful richness of the experience because it was invited, and because the food was handmade by a person who wanted to share it with me.
Accepting the invitation meant introducing a new kind of food to my system - a small transformation that my authority was participating in.
This experience reminded me of how deeply interlinked food and the people in our lives are. No matter what we eat, it is somehow associated with a culture and with the people we grew up with or with the people in our lives now.
I am about to make a cup of black tea (loose leaf of course), and will be having it with organic dates. My grandmother used to serve black tea with fresh mint leaves and delicious succulent dates, picked locally, to go with the tea. Here’s to you grandma. Oh and while I am at it, I might have a spoonful of Fran’s delicious almond butter.
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How is your food reflecting your culture and the people in your life?
Do you notice a difference when you eat with your inner authority?