"Such a tiresome illness is health, preserved by so much dieting." -Charles de Montesquieu
When you live in SoCal, this happens a lot:
You are invited to a potluck where none of
the guests has actual dietary restrictions.
Yet, one after another, people unwrap dishes and announce with pride, “AND
its vegan AND gluten-free!”
In an average group, this fact is irrelevant at best, and at
worst a hint at the dish’s mediocrity.
Unless you are serving a vegan with a gluten allergy, there is no reason
to wear this like a badge of honor.
But this is SoCal.
And an Italian girl in SoCal craves the company of someone,
anyone, who enjoys all that food was intended to be. A symphony of flavors, a balm for a weary
soul, a forger of filial bonds, a spark to kindle ancient memories, a foretaste
of eternal glory. Last and least, very
least, a fuel for the human machine.
No one ever lingered for hours of laughter, songs and
stories over portioned plates of kale and quinoa.
Biblically, food is used in rich, varied and sometimes
emblematic ways. And churches still
enjoy the trusty potluck. But often, I
think that nutrition is also a subtle idol. I hear moms sigh with relief that, no matter
what else happened that day, at least they sneaked pureed dandelions into those
muffins. And while I get it, I like to
cook fresh from my garden and I’m proud that there’s no veggie my kids won’t
devour, I just think….maybe it’s a little much.
Maybe it shouldn’t be the primary gauge of our success and worth as
parents or well-rounded people. Maybe it
shouldn’t be the way you headline your dish.
So if your “desserts” all start with a base of blended
garbanzo beans, or if, before eating, you stop to consider What Would Cro-Magnons
Do, or if you take in most of your calories all together in one big vitamixed
tumbler, then just remember. It isn’t
only the glutton whose relationship with food is unhealthy.
Everything, even nutrition, in moderation.
A quote from Frances Mayes on Italian meals among friends
and family:
“At the call ‘A
tavola!,’ to the table, you flush with
pleasure; you are coming into a celebratory ambience. Something wonderful is about to happen. Food is natural, eaten with gusto. It must affect your digestion if you think the
first quality of pasta is that it’s fattening. If the word “sin” is attached to dessert. I’ve never heard of a dish referred to as “your
protein” or “a carb,” and there’s no dreary talk at all about glutens, portion
control, fat content, or calories. Eating
in Italy made me aware of how tortured the relationship to food is in my
country. After a long Tuscan dinner, I
feel not only the gift of exceptional company, food, and wine, but also an
inexplicable sense of well-being, of revival. Dinner invigorates the spirit as it nourishes
the body.”
Can your juice cleanse do that?
