Eating To Know
10 Thu, 2011 § 4 Comments
[inspired by A Terroir-ist’s Manifesto for Eating in Place by Gary Paul Nabhan]
Spring is a reminder to connect with my food & know where it comes from.
To know my food.
To know it by its taste — to allow its freshness to assure me of its short journey.
To know it by by the hands that harvested & processed it & the land & water which nurtured it. To know if these were left richer or poorer after I ate from them.
To know it through the stories shared at the table.
To know it through the patience & care taken while peeling, chopping, poaching, fermenting…& arranging the plate just so. To slowly savor each bite, washing my body with the memories when I first knew each flavor.
The simplest foods often stir up the strongest memories.
My mom bottles carrots using the pressure cooker. We would reheat them over the stove & top with pads of butter, salt & pepper. Maybe they were not our favorite then, but recently I crave to have those tender bits fall apart in my mouth — not in the tasteless, disintegration of overcooking but melting over my tongue as it absorbs the marinated flavors.
While my mom’s carrots are hundreds of miles away, our recent CSA offering included a bunch of petit carrots. Steaming thin slices along with chickpeas created the same tenderness without any mushiness or loss of flavor. A little olive oil & sea salt were all that was needed to accentuate the fresh carrots.
I am getting spring fever in every sense — even in my taste buds.
How do you know your food?