We’ve lost our elders.
It seems like everyday there’s a new star guru popping up around here. They have all the answers. Twenty-somethings declare solving the riddle of life because their six month long experiment is going swimmingly.
We all chide doctors but if a doctor pops up and says something we like, we put him on a gilded pedestal. If a hot 22 year old with abs testifies, the 45 year olds in the house chase the bread crumbs on her trail to frustration.
We’ve lost our elders.
I think we need to think a little more critically about our sources of information. Trust ourselves more. Consider our sources. Use our critical judgment to evaluate the person’s life experiences and nuanced understanding of a subject and not be swayed by the glitter of a well done video with neon words dancing across a tight ass.
Seriously, it’s all like one of those scenes out of a cheesy futuristic movie made in the 70s depicting life in 2020. Only it’s real.
We raised our three daughters to understand the intimate connection between them and their food. We wanted them to have a healthy relationship with their bodies – to appreciate strength and function and celebrate the victories of deep nourishment. I wanted them to really understand it. They were educated to respect their food. They participated in the harvesting and butchering of the animals they ate. They milked their cows. And before that, when we weren’t on a farm, they met and learned from the farmers that worked so we could be nourished.
If my sixteen year old daughter is lifting heavy weights and has had a string of heavily active days and says “I’m craving some potato or squash”, I know what’s up. And I tell her what’s up, physiologically, so she leaves here understanding these messages from her body. So, some garden potatoes it is then, cooked and cooled and wrapped in homemade bacon fat aioli and some homemade herb vinegar.
Notice she doesn’t say “I’m craving potato chips” or “I want a Starbucks pumpkin latte”.
Her body sends honest cravings because it has been fed honest food. The static created by fake foods in the diet makes any craving unreliable. And the saddest thing about that is feeling like you’re at war with yourself. Fake foods steal your greatest ally from you. Splits you in two and demands authoritarian control of the weak within.
On the rest of the plate: biodynamic Tamworth pork sausage cooked in lard, four sweet little quail eggs from our pals down the road, smoked farmer’s goat cheese, fermented salsa, the aforementioned potatoes and a little mushroom latte I whipped up by brewing some reishi and chaga and whizzing it with raw butter.
Of course we need to send our young humans into the world nourished so they have the sound minds and bodies, the stable emotions, to thrive in these crazy times.
But we also need to arm them with education, self reliance and awareness, and a deep understanding of their bodies so that they may continue to evolve and adapt as they move into different stages of their lives.
No gurus necessary.