I cannot tell you who I am without telling you about my relationship with food. Why not? Because we truly are what we eat. You’re thinking I mean that metaphorically, and yes, I do. I believe we eat – we consume – by far more ways than our mouths. We are made up of everything that we feed our minds, our hearts, and our souls. But I also mean it literally. I know exactly what you’re envisioning right now. The obvious. Some sort of corporeal to culinary morphing… a guy casually eating his seven-millionth pistachio and in an instant, his hair starts growing at the speed of light and engulfs his whole body only to harden into a protective shell, and then his body just implodes into a green nut. And then maybe he shrinks. Hm. I’m actually not 100% clear on the whole notion of implosion. You? Hey, it doesn’t even matter because imploding is absolutely irrelevant to what I actually am trying to say, which is this: what we choose to eat defines who we are, just as all the choices we make in life define who we are. And let’s be thankful we’re lucky enough to afford a lifestyle in which we can make such a choice.
So, who am I? I am 1) A girl who likes making lists. Here we go:
2) Gluten-free, dairy-free, egg-free. Notice the trend? It’s exactly how I feel: free. The most lively, flourishing feeling freedom imaginable. The kind of freedom that makes me want to lie on a table in some public execution venue Braveheart-style, while dairy farmers and wheat harvesters torture me till I cry it out dramatically and then the credits roll. “FREEDOM!”
3) Nuts. No, really. They make up a ridiculously high percentage of my diet. If I were a piñata, and some kid busted me open, peanut butter would just pour out me like lava. So, is it coincidence that one might describe my personality as ”nuts” as well? Um, hi… We are what we eat. Thus I prove my point. And I PROUDLY practice the belief that two handfuls of trail mix just makes me wish I had more hands, and that a half jar of peanut butter equals only one serving. Don’t even try to tell me otherwise.
4) A black hole. Well, my appetite, I mean. Bottomless and mysterious, as black holes often are. Bottomless because I am always ravenous. Mysterious because I still appreciate and savor every single bite. I eat every meal like it’s my last one, every single time. And isn’t that how it should be? Eating is one of the most soulful activities I do, because it always brings me to the present if I happen to have strayed. I eat to live in the Now.
5) Aware that being a superhero is no longer a potential career option. So “The Palate Peacemaker” – my health-minded superhero name comparable to Captain Planet – is merely my attempt at being my own superhero. The offer stands for anyone else who wishes some masked, magical-power-endowed heroine would bring peace between them and their palate in a passive way from some mysterious place across cyber space…
So that’s me. An allergen-free black hole that is bound to be full of nuts if ever explored. A passionate lover of food and a believer in its power to feed the soul just as well as the stomach. A Bird… A Plane… No, The Palate Peacemaker! Here to save my own day. Because I can.