Let me tell you, life is so different for me when I’m not eating. After 2 days of fasting, I felt like I was missing out on life, like my purpose wasn’t being fulfilled. I work at a restaurant, so I was around food all the time, but I still felt removed from what I love. And what do I love? I love turning on my stove to boil water for oatmeal in the morning. I love opening the cabinets, climbing on the counter to reach a container of dried figs too far back to reach. I love chewing, and the feel of a spoon leaving my mouth. I love to hear onions and garlic sauteing in a pan, the smell of curry, and I love the heat of the oven. I love it when all the sounds, smells, and tastes of cooking are being manifested in my own house and by my own hands. That to me is the feeling of passion.
I did not dig right into a plate of pancakes this morning; and even though my boss, Eric Wu of Peacefood Cafe, offered me a giant Cinnamon Bun last night to take home for breakfast, I had to decline. I did this fast so that my body would cleanse, and I want to take care of it more now. I always eat well, it’s just that sometimes I over work my system, the fast gave it a teeny break.
So for breakfast this beautiful (yet dreary) Monday morning, I decided on a bowl of Oatmeal and Quinoa Porridge with Coconut Milk, pureed to a delightfully gentle consistency, and sweetened just enough with Agave.
Today I also had a delicious Tamale at Peacefood Cafe, along with roasted Japanese Eggplant and Zucchini. I couldn’t eat all the Tamale in one sitting (oddly), so I ate it for dinner! And for desert… Cream of Wheat with a couple Prunes, Figs, and Ginger, Cinnamon, and Agave. I would recommend it!
I’m so glad I’m back to eating!