03/02/2025
Sometimes, I can’t believe my lucky stars I’ve followed the intuitive pulls and cravings to land where I have, and craft the life that I have.
This dish… not just a dish. A bowl to hold that which is dear to me, that which is crafted and caught and collected in my immediate environment to nourish body and soul.
Rural, handmade life has its own set toils and issues. It’s not exactly easy, the remoteness, the added cost of living, the difficulty in accessing services….
But when one of the good people who provide me health care begins to speak about diet, and I share how I eat…. And they pause and look at me incredulously, then with sadness and a hint of awe, I wonder at how many, deep down, may crave the wealth of wellness that comes from eating easily, affordably and directly from our immediate environments, and the grief that comes when we can’t.
This craving reared its head for me unexpectedly 7 years ago on my walk about through my ancestral lands. I had been invited to a family’s small farm in Ireland, and over a few days, they served us the most glorious of foods they had grown or wild harvested.
Having grown up in the suburbs, on a typical diet of a lot of processed foods as a classic 80s child, I honestly just had no idea what I was missing.
I vividly remember sitting at this Irish family’s worn wooden kitchen table, looking around and thinking… “gosh, I would love this.”
More than I may realize, this subtle undercurrent of craving may have propelled my subsequent years, and I’ve seen it transform my mind, body, and lifestyle.
Eating this way weaves me intimately into the patch of earth I find myself on, and a sense of belonging flows with more ease.
💚 Food sovereignty 💚
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Seafood pasta dish in a white wine cream sauce…
🦪Clams - harvested down the road at low tide
🦪Shark - I caught and killed out front of my home
🦪 Milk - from cows down the road
🦪Thyme and parsley - grown in my garden
🦪Bear fat - harvested down the road that I rendered
🦪Garlic - from the farm stand down the road
🦪White wine - from BC
🦪Pasta - from the grocery store, goodness knows where (not THAT die hard yet 😉)