I've been deep in thought this week. Not for me but for you, my loving, loyal readers.
I usually spend a lot of time during the beginning of the year pondering the direction of my life. I think about my one word (this year it's COURAGE), and refocus my Core Desired Feelings (thanks to Danielle LaPorte) to my current station in life. This year, its taken more time though because I've also been thinking about my blog.
I get a lot of emails asking me, "What is a mirepoix exactly? What does a mirepoix have to do with me?" Well, pondering answer usually leaves me silent.....because I'm not sure exactly what it means to you.....
So, I do what I always do when I want some insight....I go to my journal. I just started writing about why I started this blog....and why I wanted to share my food in the first place.
And you know what I came up with? I wanted to share my food and my ideas for a couple of reasons:
1. I wanted to share how plant based foods have helped to heal my gut/body/mind/spirit.
2. I wanted to inspire you to get in your kitchen to experiment and create meals for yourself and your family.
Of course, you don't have to reinvent the wheel when it comes to yummy food...l've done some of that legwork for you.
Food has always been an intrical part of my life. However, there was a time where my food was heavily misused....well, scratch that....I didn't eat food at all. I starved myself into a depleted, weak, and sickly state.
Then, there was another time where I'd become numb to food and just shoveled it in with no real regard to what I was eating. I didn't care if it came from a drive through, a frozen meal, or a cereal box.
But, getting sick this past year woke me up to the physical abuse I placed on my body. And made me want to treat myself better. Good thing about my age....I've got smarter as I've gotten older. ;)
And getting back into my kitchen has rekindled the love for food I had as a kid. I remember my grandma making toast in her gas oven (so freaking delish!). I remember watching her make biscuits and peach cobblers. I loved helping out shelling beans. Before she passed, she even showed me how to make her peach cobbler. I just wish I'd have learned how to make her fried pies.
I watched my mom cook Thanksgiving meals, Christmas dinners, and our nightly eats. We gathered as a family every night to talk, laugh, cry, and discuss our days.
It's what holidays are centered around; what people bring during times of grief; and what nourishes our souls.
That's what I want to share with you. The love of the kitchen. The love of creating new meals. The desire to make food which used to be "off limits" healthy and fun. Also, the desire to make meals budget friendly but high quality. Plus, I want you to spend time together chatting and lingering over meals...making memories you'll have forever.
So, MY Healing Mirepoix (aka, the three things which have formed the basis of my healing) might not be YOUR Healing Mirepoix.
In fact, it's more than likely it won't be exactly my path. Because we're all different. And that is totally wonderful. But, from what I have heard, we all love to eat. So, that's what we bond over.....we start with food....and then our connection deepens the more meals we share.
What's it gonna take to deepen that connection....to take that first step away from the car and back towards our respective ovens?
Well, COURAGE (of course!) plus a pinch of cinnamon, because life is better when it's warm and spicy. And apples. Lots and lots of apples.
adapted from Rachl Mansfield