There was something in this bag that I haven't seen since childhood!
He went to the store and returned with a plastic handle bag. I was so excited (or at least I was trying to convince myself I was excited since it wasn't ice cream). I opened the bag and the hummus was there, and the carrots were there, but something was amiss. There was something in this bag that I haven't seen since childhood. Something so completely obsolete that I didn't realize it even existed anymore. I stood in shocked silence for a moment, staring with my mouth open. I then reached in, and pulled out a bunch of whole carrots with the greens still attached. These weren't the convenient baby carrots that come in handy pre-packed baggies - peeled, washed and cut into adorable little oblong shapes - all ready to dip into the hummus. These things required washing, peeling and chopping - three acts that I generally do not partake in. I stared at them, confused, wondering what I should do.
I turned my gaze from these strange, foreign objects, to my husband, standing there with that silly grin on his face. I was thinking to myself, "How could he just be standing there looking so proud when he messed this up so completely? He looks like a little kid, or a terrier waiting for a treat, or a scratch behind the ears.He really thinks he did this right." so, before I went all Kate Gosselin on him, I took a deep breath and reassessed the situation.
UM, THESE DON'T LOOK LIKE BABY CARROTS. WTF!
Here I am writing this blog about healthy changes - and maybe I needed a bit of an attitude adjustment. Maybe I should try to appreciate all the things my husband does for me instead of focusing on how he ALWAYS MESSES THEM UP! So, with a look of understanding and forgiveness, and a slight nod of my head, I patted him on the shoulder, took my bag to the kitchen, and said a silent prayer that we owned a peeler.
Turns out we have a very nice peeler. It also turns out that washing, peeling and chopping aren't as bad as I thought they would be. There is a certain sense of connectedness to the food and to the earth when one is involved in the preparation of fresh produce. There is a feeling of accomplishment that cannot be achieved when eating baby carrots straight out of the bag so as not to dirty a dish. There is a meditation-like awareness while chopping carrots. The involvement with the food made me feel I was a part of the process, and therefore linked to the food I would consume.
So, it's not so bad - chopping carrots. It might even be good. I will have to experiment to make sure the feeling passes over the various produce boundaries. Like, can one feel connected to bell peppers, or to watermelon, perhaps? What about bananas? I will keep chopping and considering, and I will keep you updated.
HOW FUNNY!! YOU MAKE ME 'LAUGH OUT LOUD' FOR REAL!
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