“W’s” and “F’s” of Food.

What to eat?

When to eat it?

Why eat?

Who to eat it with?

People of Earth can suffer starvation and abundance all at the same time.

Somewhere, children are filling their tummies with dirt cookies (yes, this really happens).

Yet only in abundance can my food choices be so fraught with decision making. I have the blessing of available and plentiful food.

Fresh food.

Flavorful food.

Filled with nutrition food.

Fuel.

My food supply is near my home and I can easily drive to buy it. My food is purposely farmed, inspected, packaged, and presented for my convenience. I need not water it, feed it, till it. Such are the spoils of abundance.

Today, as I prepare for yet another trip to the food store, I pray to remember the blessings at my fingertips.

I ask God for wisdom and perspective when prioritizing my food choices. Not to be seduced by packaging and easy. Seek the nutritious. Honor the farmer and the rancher.

Others who wrestle endlessly with eating issues will understand. We who are many.

We are small or large or larger still.

We share bodies that got “out of whack” somewhere along the way.

We want to resolve our relationship with the fuel necessary to feed our body systems.

My 2019 Focus:

To shop and chop my best food year yet!

Cheese Zombies

Dear Yakima School District:

Your best effort ever, according to my childhood, was the Cheese Zombie.    My favorite childhood hot lunch was paired with a reconstituted, milky tomato soup. Thank you, Mom, for making sure that I had a hot lunch ticket on Cheese Zombie days.

Lunch lady.  Ordinary.  Plump.  Hair net meticulously crowned.  Drawn eyebrows.  Large chest in a below-the-knee cafeteria dress. Varicose veins above sensible shoes.  Apron.  She is white, of course.  99.5% of the people at my elementary were white.  I was barely aware that people came in an amazing array of flavors.  White kids.  White lunch ladies.  White bread.

The Cheese Zombie was steeped in delicious carby, fatty mystery.  That singular hybrid of easy starch and fat required less chewing than food ought.  Dip that Zombie into sweet, hot tomato soup.  For a few moments your childhood troubles melted away.

Worry over lessons.  Worry over playground politics.  Worry over what you might encounter on the walk home.  Worry over what would be at home once you got there.  All of it melted away in the gooey, warm, buttery sensation of a Cheese Zombie and tomato soup.

No wonder I have food issues and a love affair with Cheese Zombies.  🙂

Sincerely,

E

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Ahtanum Smoke Shack and Fried Bread

Yakima, Washington sits just outside the Yakama (Native American) Reservation.  I grew up in Yakima.

I began smoking cigarettes in Yakima. One of the great buys could be had just a couple of miles from my home on Ahtanum Road, conveniently on my way to work at Miner’s Drive In.

The Smoke Shack was a little bigger than today’s coffee huts, and every bit as convenient.  Drive up.  Order your smokes.  Pick up a lighter.  Drive away.

The price?  Well, back then I think I paid about 35¢ to 50¢ a pack.  A $5.00 carton.  Eeegads! Can you imagine???

As a child I marveled on day excursions to the Yakima Valley.  Wapato.  Toppenish.  Sunnyside.  There were Pow-Wows where the tribe would dress, sing, share.  Jewelry and beadwork drew my eye, but the presence of soft leather and woven baskets were my favorite. Conjuring the drums, soft dance, beautiful skin and facial features so different from my own brings me to childhood. I can still taste the fried bread slathered with butter and fruit jam.

I no longer buy cigarettes or eat fried bread slathered with butter and jam.  The Yakamas? Well, they are firmly rooted in my heart.

Daily Prompt:  Reservation

Photo Ahtanum Ridge from 5414 by Pat Strosahl

Coke & Peanuts

My sister, Nettie, introduced me to Coke and peanuts. I guess it was a “thing” way back when. With my first ever bottle of Coke laced with peanuts on the bottom, I awoke to the dynamic duo of sweet and salty.  My love affair with the combo ensued.

When I think of Coke, I think of Nettie.  Bet she would have gotten a kick out of these “Coke Bottle Women” by Cranky Messiah.

coke bottle women by cranky messiah

The photographer writes that he shot this from his truck.  He spotted the art on the side of a building in Baltimore, Maryland.

 

Via daily prompt:  Bottle