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P&P plus Preparing for the end of the world

Tomorrow starts off the 10-Day Produce and Protein Challenge, hosted by Kimi at The Nourishing Gourmet.  I’ve signed on, and I’ve already been tuning my mindset into the P&P idea.  Tonight’s dinner, for example, uncured sausages with tomatoes, red pepper, and zucchini, all served over kale.  Yum.  And my lunch salads will come in handy.

My plan for the 10 days is to add an egg or two to my breakfast, along with maybe some veggie, then eat a huge salad with lunch, and add more veggies than usual to dinner.  I’m cooking for myself most of the time, so it should be easy to make simple, P&P-focused meals.

Produce and protein and yum.

Of course, there is the little matter of the hurricane.

So, I’m in the path of Irene, which means I could be without power for a day or two this weekend.  My plan for that involves phases.  Phase one was going off to the store to buy jugs of water and non-perishable food.  I got Muir Glen tomatoes and Eden beans, since they’re packed in BPA-free cans.  Plus, I got a spaghetti squash and some sweet potatoes, plus a bag of mixed nuts.  Eggs can stay out of the fridge for a bit, as can the butter.  Yeah, I might not get in 4 cups of fresh produce every day for a couple days, but I can tack on some extra days at the end to make up for it.

The other part of preparing for a potential power outage is making sure to consume all the perishables, as much as I can, before the storm hits.  No, I’m not going to worry about the freezer, since it’ll stay pretty cold for a while if I don’t open it, but I am going to make sure to eat all my salad and dairy.  Which means salad and cream for breakfast today.  Maybe with some local cheese.  How’s that for a real food breakfast?

How are any other real-foodie East coasters prepping for the potentially annoying weekend?

This post is part of Fight Back Friday at Food Renegade.


And then, the Earth moved

Yeah, we had an earthquake yesterday.  Kind of scary, definitely unexpected.  I even entered it in my fertility chart in the “notes” area because there’s a specific example in TCoYF where a woman misses her ovulation because of an earthquake.  Funny that.

Since we’re all sharing them, my story:  I had just sat down and cracked open Boneshaker to read for a bit while my simulation finished, when I noticed the floor quivering.  Hmmm, that’s not right, I thought.  So I got up and started to go see if anyone else felt it.  Then, the whole building started shaking and rattling and I saw people fleeing my advisor’s office, so I figured, I’d better leave, too.  We all got outside and noticed lots of other people outside, so someone checked a smart phone.  Earthquake, cool.

And then we all went back inside and went about our days.  Yeah, we’re none too impressed with day-to-day catastrophe.  Maybe the hurricane this weekend will change that, but I doubt it.

Nourishing Pagan

Waterhouse, "The Magic Circle"

I identify with a pagan spiritual path.  While I don’t make a huge deal of it, I don’t deny this.  Sometimes I feel like so much of the real and traditional foods movement is so populated with devout Christians that it almost seems a prerequisite to be Christian and strongly faithful to be dedicated to the traditional foods movement.  With books like The Maker’s Diet advocating a traditional-foods approach, and the plethora of Christian real food bloggers, I sometimes feel like a small, quiet minority.

And, to some extent, I definitely feel like so many people see the “pagan” label as something that teenagers and maladjusted spinsters use to make themselves feel special.  While I’m guilty of believing that of people myself (just because it’s not true in general does not mean it’s never true), this is not my situation.  I honestly identify with the more down-to-Earth, everyday nature of the divine that nature-revering spirituality represents to me.  I don’t run around wearing a pentacle (not a symbol with which I identify), or praising the Goddess loudly, or dancing naked under the full moon (not that I wouldn’t ever).  But I keep a meditation altar with symbols special to me in a back room and sit there in quiet meditation and reverence for the forces that walk unseen behind the nature of all things.

Traditional foods have a lot to do with this, to me.  It saddens me that so much of the traditional foods community is Christian and that so much of the pagan community is veg*n because the two actually have a lot in common.  Traditional foods are a way of honoring the processes that our ancestors developed to bring this species from the primordial ooze to the populating virtually every continent on Earth.  Denying our bodies certain types of nourishment based on an external and artificial moral construct is denying part of our relationship to the Earth.  Animals kill to eat all the time, and we are of the type of animal that kills to eat.  While veg*nism is certainly closer to nature than the mindless adherence to the SAD and all its industrial food horrors, prostheletizing veg*nism while decrying the artificiality of Christian morals is hypocritical.

So I guess what I’m trying to say is kind of like that Dar Williams song:  Christians and pagans should get together and pursue real, traditional foods together.  Any other pagan real foodies here?

Walking the Wild Ways

Being a wild woman is about walking the wild ways, finding the wildness, both in yourself and in the world around you, and embracing the wild world’s abundance. The wild ways are not the wilderness, not somewhere that you need a trip to visit, though there are some beautiful wildernesses in this world; they are the places you find, the places you make for yourself.

Today I went for a walk, embracing the rain and the cold, slipping on a pair of thin shoes so I could feel the shape of the earth beneath my feet and the wet and the cold. The world was thawing today, the water running down the sides of the piles of frozen slush that lined the trails and coated them in some places. The lake surface was glassy and still, awaiting the moment that it might burst through its icy coating once more, rippling and throwing sunlight. The whole of the landscape spoke water; even the air felt thick with it. Little points of moisture condensed on my face as I walked through the trees. The whole park was painted in grey and brown and bits of green where holly and pine and ivy accented it.
And even though I was walking through a city park, next to a major highway, I could feel the wildness of this place. The tangles of limbs and leaves and needles mixing into the humus of the forest floor lay where they fell, not arranged by any gardener. And when I took the steep path out of the parking lot, back up towards the road, I felt a distinct sense of emerging, from the wilds back into civilization. It is restorative in a deep way, nourishing a place untouched by sleep, food, or hot drinks.
After emerging from my journey through the wilds, I returned to my home, removed wet things and wrapped up in dry things, and made myself a cup of sage tea.
{an aside: Please visit my new page, Wellness the Wild Woman Way, which will have articles about nutrition, herbal healing, and wellness practices.}