Macro. Micro. No.

 I was thrilled when I got to narrate a book about Fisher:  An Extravagant Hunger: The Passionate Years of M.F.K. Fisher!

I was thrilled when I got to narrate a book about Fisher: An Extravagant Hunger: The Passionate Years of M.F.K. Fisher!

I remember food, do you? Are you of the age that you can recall the grand ‘ol “Once Upon A Time” when a person could eat a sandwich made with meat and bread, a little cheese with mayo, topped off with a pickle and a handful (oh who am I kidding….half a bag) of something salty and delicious like Lays Wavy chips or Doritos? You may have even chased all that food, that simple, easy to put together deliciousness, with a cold coca cola or 7up.

Yep. Those were the days. Now, this is what that meal would look like: Animal product squished between two gluten-nightmares made up of carbohydrates spread with fat-filled grease and topped with dairy and a side of sodium, MSG and cancer (coca-cancer my friend, coca-cancer).

Y’all know my life outside of getting paid to do the make-'em-ups or narrate the stories is all about food. I love food. I have always loved food, more than it has ever loved me – looking at you whole milk! As I type these words my kitchen is swimming in the aroma of baked goods in the oven, I’m still dreaming about the meal I had in Miami at Quality Meats, and it is more likely you would find me joyfully reading cookbooks than fiction novels.

Here’s why it’s on my mind, in particular, today, and why I’m tip-tapping at the keyboard all about it: NO ONE EATS FOOD ANYMORE (see above). I confess, I’m in that all-caps category - I have stopped eating food and find myself obsessively thinking of the macro or micro nutrient nature of my biological fuel. What once was simply bread, is now carbs (or, gluten). Where I used to see a plump strawberry or banana, sugar waiting in the dark alley to beat me up. Fats or proteins? Dairy or nut-milk? Kale or, well, I'll just leave that one there since it has been riding the fame roller coaster and is recovering somewhere on a ranch in Montana. 

With the much bigger problems in our world at the moment, I think I’m going to go ahead and give myself a Get Out of The Food Jail Free card and go back to nourishing my body and soul with things that cannot simply be equated with the parts that make up their sum.

On that note, why don't we all get back together as a human race. Let’s dialogue and disagree, but ultimately respect the right to do both. Let’s break bread at a table set for everyone – not consume carbohydrates at a table set for one.