You Are What You Eat

This eating lifestyle is definitely addictive, in all the right ways. My body tolerates less and less to do with caffeine, alcohol or nicotine (and yes, I realize this has a lot to do with just getting older). But since I started eating approx 80% alkaline and 20% acidic I've found I can barely ingest that stuff without immediately feeling the depressing effects. What's interesting about eating this way, thusly, is that it really is a lifestyle: it affects all other aspects of your life, and you start to realize just how much 'you are what you eat.' Nothing drives this concept home, either, like having your own gardens and animals. I'm still learning about gardening, but I am lucky enough to live somewhere right now where fresh herbs grow in natural abundance. The other day I boiled some organic beans I'd sprouted, fried up some corn polenta slices in coconut oil in a cast-iron pan, while my friend Kenneth prepared a poultice of sorts for the beans, mostly compiled from herbs around the yard. Chives, lemon-thyme and citrus-oregano, with some tamari, Bragg's apple cider vinegar, himalayan sea salt, and fennel seed. I wish I took a picture, the finale was so pretty!

I'm still working on getting quinoa right, though. It's not supposed to be hard! says my roommate. But meanwhile, my chickens are lucking out, and since we are what we eat, in so many ways, it makes me very happy to see them gleefully picking through the soaked, poorly cooked grains seasoned with tumeric and coriander. Until I can get this quinoa to not come out like mush, or porridge, or burned granules, at least I know it'll make its way back to me through their eggs.