I never put milk in my coffee. Except…
Look at that bottle of milk!
We’re in week five of eleven weeks in the Airstream. Our longest stint yet away from home. For the first time in my life, I had real rice.
What is real food anyway?
We’ve been making a sincere effort to eat real, whole foods as much as we are able. But now I’m beginning to wonder. There’s farm fresh. And there’s farm fresh.
There’s eggs. And then there’s eggs.
Can you hear how my voice changes pitch on the second “eggs?”
There’s rice. And then there’s rice.
At this breakfast, there was milk! Real milk! Milk that didn’t flare up my lactose intolerance. Why? Because I only have lactose intolerance when I drink milk. Not milk.
Can you tell the difference?
I usually pay for that ice cream. And whoever has to clean the public restrooms has to pay for it too!
Except, not this ice cream. Nope. No paying for it.
There’s ice cream. And there’s ice cream. And there’s ice cream!
One is a chemical.
The other is whole milk ice cream with real sugar. Except, it’s mass produced whole milk and mass produced sugar.
Then there’s the ice cream I’ve been eating on this trip.
It’s local cows and sweetened with real maple syrup. And then there’s maple syrup. And there’s maple syrup. You know what I’m saying?
I didn’t know.
Not until I ate that rice.
Not until I couldn’t stop myself from putting that milk in my coffee.
Back in Raleigh, we go to the farmers market once a week. I pick up fresh caught fish from Locals Seafood. I pick up beef and pork from Corner Post Farms.
We’ve been “living local” for a couple of years now.
Abby said it best.
“I love how we eat. We don’t have hard and fast rules. We’re not vegans or vegetarians. All foods, from healthy to sinful is on the table. You can get chicken and waffles for breakfast. But whenever we have the choice, we’re choosing local. The closer the food gets to the source, the more fresh it is. The more real it is.”
Yeah!
But on this trip, that choice to shop local has really amped up. Farmers markets are one thing. Roadside farm stands is a whole other thing.
On the side of the road you’ll find jams and breads. We had a locally made rye whiskey from Hardwick. Wow!
Have you ever been to Hill Farmstead?
There’s beer. And then there’s beer.
You just can’t get an Edward from Hill Farmstead anywhere. It’s only on draft. It’s only at the farm or at restaurants close enough for them to deliver fresh kegs.
Whatever fake foods, the kind that are made on the New Jersey Turnpike do to our bodies, is, mind boggling.
But what do real foods, the kind that are mass produced, what do they do to our bodies?
Anyone who is doing research on the health impacts of food, dare I say, your research is biased. Unless you’ve been accounting for eggs and eggs, then your data is questionable in my book.
In your data, can you tell if people have been eating rice from the farmers market or rice from the farmers market? Because there’s a difference.
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Health, happiness, kindness, respect
for every being and all things.
— Andrew
Note: Originally published on Medium
