I think I’ve asked myself that question every day lately.
Last week I picked up my first set of produce from this awesome co-op:
This pretty bin was filled with all sorts of organic locally-grown fare, and I confess I had no idea what half of those vegetables were. When you’re just getting the seasonal stuff, there are bound to be some weird foods in there!
Which of course made me realize how little real food I actually eat. This week has been a challenge to make meals out of some admittedly strange vegetables. I have had to scour the internet for recipes for things like fennel, tatsoi, and collard greens. I’ve been forced to think outside of the box and be creative. It takes time to be creative, so I’ve been in the kitchen more than normal, and thinking more about what I put into my body. Something crazy? I feel more rested, and have considerably more energy.
Turns out, God was creative. In fact, the real food He provided us with was way more creative than the boxed nonsense we find in the middle aisles of the grocery stores, with all those “health claims” smattered across the front of the boxes.
So, does that make me a hippie?
I’ve also been trying to save some money while eating all that produce, so bringing my lunch to work has become a priority. As I sat eating my quinoa salad, using a cloth napkin with a real fork brought from home, I asked the question again.
We now have a recycling bin next to our trash can at home. It’s my “fast from waste” month in Seven, so that has added some of these new habits.
Maybe it is all crazy. If so, I’ll just refer to this month in the future as my “experimental hippie phase where I recycled and ate real food for once.”
But then, maybe it’s not so crazy after all.