I’m feeling pretty darn good about 2013. Economic crash be damned.
Just had a barely awake chat with KMO over at the C-Realm Podcast’s special programming called “The Vault.” I was sleepy, as it was the day after Christmas, and DH and I did a crazy stint of driving, after we put our dino-dog-puppies to bed, then shot over to see my sister and extended family.
It was a great holiday.
The Shopping Gene?
My sister, who has an incredible talent for picking out clothes for me, chose a fantastic hat as my gift. For those of you who know hats, it is impossible to pick out a hat for someone. Not for my sister, though. It looks smashing, if I do say so myself.
Biology did not evenly distribute the shopping gene in my family. DH was proud of me, as I made my yearly sociological research into the wild mall during the holiday season a week ago. I didn’t freak out, as I normally do, after an hour and say, panicked “I gutta get out of here.” Instead, I walked diligently up and down, on both levels, people watching, store merchandise examining, and taking in the mood of the sales clerks. Ya, folks, we’re in collapse. At least where I live.
My sister, on the other hand, is an avid shopper, and really could make her living as a professional shopper, if she didn’t have this pesky nursing degree she uses quite well. She loves the stores, the lights, the colors, the merchandise. And she can pick out clothes for me I couldn’t imagine wearing. She leaves me in the dressing room, and brings things into me where I can’t refuse to try it on. The results always surprise me. I never would have chosen that. My daughter, by the way, inherited her shopping gene…
The MS Scare
And shortly before we went to my families for the holidays, I weighed myself for poops and giggles. I’m not one for “dieting,” but I am invested in my health, and had a scare this past summer that my doctor thought could be MS (it wasn’t). So thanks to this website, a dear-reader-friend send me this video, and something in me clicked. I had been researching nutrition a lot this past 6 months anyway, and learning just how hard it is to get all of your nourishment without a lot of careful focus on what you eat. The biggest problem is the volume you have to eat to get all of the nutrients. And the variety of foods you have to eat. And the cooking.
This guy is a friggin genius. His website is really fabulous. I know quite a bit about nutrition, having studied it, and read Nutrition Action Newsletter by the Center for Science in the Public Interests magazine for decades, so I know that Mr. Mateljan has really combined practicality with rigid scientific standards…and of course I just agree with his food philosophy, which helps. Another nutritionally knowledgeable gal I love to read is Nicole Foss from the Automatic Earth, in her private writings on Facebook.
What’s you ‘food philosophy’?
Do you know what I mean about ‘food philosophy?’
Take eggs. There was a time when everyone said “Eggs are bad for you.” I never bought that crappola. Eggs? You mean those things that cave people picked up and ate walking along in the springtime? Those eggs? Rubbish. And, of course, after consolidating the egg industry into a few players, the word went out that eggs are excellent for you, now. A great food. And all the good stuff is in the yolk. So to have a deep and complete understanding of food is very complex. Knowing a little bit can make you dangerous to yourself.
But then, I took Mr. Mateljan’s website, and the simple idea of 9 cups of fruits/veggies a day, kefir grains and raw milk, and a LOT of a secret ingredient I’ll wait to reveal at the end of this post, and, well, I’m a new person. After a month, the clothes just fit better, so I weighed myself. I lost 20 lbs. Now, being a big gal, you may not say “Holy Mackerel Peak Shrink, you are THIN!” (unless you are delusional), but that’s not the point, or even the best news.
Not only did I lose that weight without trying, I just stopped the meds I take for S.A.D., because, heck, I just felt great.
Not good. Not okay. Not “well, it is winter and I have “Seasonal Affective Disorder,” kind of “okay.” No.
I … FELT… GREAT.
I still do.
So okay, I’ve read how you should eat well. Who on this green Earth hasn’t? And I ate pretty well, considering the stuff the average American consumes. But 9 cups of veggies/fruit? Nah, I didn’t eat that good. Or at least, not until now.
And I just cut out the only sugar I had straight up daily, which was in my coffee or tea, and put cinnamon in it instead. It tastes sweet.
But I’ve noticed a lot of other differences too, like what I’m craving. I’m doing all the cooking in the house, because while DH is a great cook, he can’t imagine how to cram in 9 cups of veggies a day. And what I’m craving are the veggies. I’m really craving them. You might think I’d get sick of them, but maybe I’m missing some basic nutrient that veggies are meeting. I could care less about the meat, but give me the extra greens.
But as I said before, you can’t really eat all that food and still have a ton of meat, or grains, or sweets for that matter. There is literally no room in one’s stomach for it.
Now, DH will also tell you that S.A.D. is a sucky thing for a spouse to have. Imagine an angry wet cat that you half towel-dried, and you have me most winters. The meds were the towel. You could tell when S.A.D. was settling in, because I stopped singing. No made-up songs, sung passionately to the dogs, no spontaneous lyric- switching tunes. No quick fast ‘song and dance number,’ while calling the dogs in from outside. Only, perhaps, an occasional Johnny Cash song that would bring me to tears, that even I knew was silly to cry about.
Now the song and dance numbers are part of my everyday life again. And the dogs love it. (DH loves it, too.)
But what is really striking is to hear myself on the radio belly-laughing with KMO. Nothing fake about it. I was really laughing, having a great time with KMO, and you can hear it on that show. And we started a “pre-interview” conversation about sex and sexually explicit videos, which was also interesting, and ended up talking about nutrition and my new diet. Turns out KMO has a new diet too. That talk he and I had was BEFORE the interview, but he obviously liked it enough to use it as is, and put the “real” interview on at a later time.
Now how this all relates to Peak Oil, is this: There is no way I’m going to put up enough kale and spinach and broccoli and cauliflower, never mind strawberries, raspberries, blueberries, etc to keep even one person in 9 cups a day. Not where I live, and not with my farming skills. I take a giant bag of kale or spinach and DH and I eat half of it in one sitting. Half! Ya, I could eat the frozen stuff, and will, but could I put up enough for an entire winter? Perhaps veggie glama-gals Sharon Astyk or Kathy Harrison can, but not me. And there is talk of a winter CSA in my town, but I don’t know that it’s happening yet.
In San Francisco, when I lived there, we pronounced it “Kee-fur,” but that is so not hip now. You pronounce it like this. (Can you get over a Youtube video to pronounce a word?)
However you say it, I hate buying yogurt because I resent the plastic it comes in. So I discovered the Kefir Lady, and she sent me out this huge grain of kefir. Making kefir is so, OMIGOD…simple. I can’t believe they have so much literature on it, but, after all, people like to do things “right.”
Here are the Directions:
(1) Put kefir in a glass jar with milk and cover it with cloth to keep the bugs out. Leave it on your counter.
(2) Taste it the next day and see if you like it. If you do, drain out the grain, put fruit in it, or just drink it plain. (I happen to know for a fact that DH sneaks Odo’s Oil in my smoothies, to keep the Omega-3’s up…) If you don’t like the taste, leave it on the counter another 6 hours then taste it again. OR make a second batch and taste it earlier.
(3) Put the grain in milk and repeat the process.
Okay, you can’t put it in dead milk, which is “ultra-pasteurized.” But it still will grow in pretty crappy milk, just not so fast. My kefir is fed the best milk, and soon we’ll have people bragging about the milk they feed their kefir, like they do about what they feed their dog.
Real milk, when it “turns,” still is good for you. Dead milk is putrid and should be tossed. So kefir is alive, and according to Wiki is “bacteria and yeasts in a matrix of proteins, lipids, and sugars, and this symbiotic matrix forms “grains” that resemble cauliflower.” If you can’t drink cows milk, it grows in sheep or goats milk, and if you can’t drink milk, you can probably still drink kefir, because the grain eats all the stuff that probably gives you cramps. (I’m not a medical doctor, so read up on it…) But if you don’t want to drink milk there is water kefir too. Or soy milk, rice milk, or coconut milk. And when you just can’t stand the thought of kefir anymore, put it in the refrigerator or freezer, and it will stop growing, or slow down dramatically.
Homemade Kefir is Best (of course)
As I have learned, after falling pretty far down the Rabbit Hole, is that almost anything you make yourself is better for you than the stuff you buy, and “homemade” kefir is no exception. I can’t give you the numbers, but the homemade stuff has a ton more bacterial and yeast than the store bought stuff, which is, by the way, very expensive considering the three steps to making it I detailed above, and the fact that the kefir grain keeps growing, so you can give it to your friends. Or sell it back to the Kefir Lady. Apparently the store kefir has to count how many critters they put in there to be sure there is a respectable amount. While on your kitchen counter, the critters just grow, not caring whether you measure them or not.
Are they GOOD Critters?
Now for the squeamish reader, these are GOOD critters, that once they hit your intestines, actually work to drive the BAD critters out of your intestines. I’ve also read they are helpful to those who have ADHD, because apparently leaky gut is common in those with ADHD. Kefir slows the digestion, so you are actually digesting more of your food. Again, don’t quote me.
Dystopian Visions Brought on by Happiness
But all of this leads me to horrible visions of a nation or world who has turned to psychotropic drugs when our kids–who are eating school pizza, soda and hot pockets and calling it food– can’t concentrate, are allergic to everything, are sick constantly, and can’t pay attention. And are grouchy and irritable, like wet cats. So we throw a towel on them and call it “science.” Believe me, in that state, I was grateful for the towel.
But to me, my friends, this is the dystopian world we live in, more frightening than zombies. And instead of family meals, prepared with real food, 67% of us don’t eat together, and half of the rest have the TV on when we do. That leaves 17% of a nation eating together in conversation. I’m ranting now, so I’ll stop.
So, count me happy. A happy, kefir eating, 9 cups a day-er, with one more secret to share:
Okay, I probably pushed you too far, but ya, herring. It is that little fish that is really plentiful, because all the big fish stocks that used to eat it are depleted. Herring is very high in the long-chain Omega-3 fatty acids EPA and DHA, and if you ask me, it also induces a hypomanic high, which is psychologist talk for it makes you really happy.
Of course you also want to eat small herring and kippers, to keep your level of toxins to a minimum. But even if you take 3-4 times the recreational dose of herring, rest assured you’ll have the Omega 3’s fighting the cancerous processes you’ll be digesting. Some think, like breast milk, the benefits outweigh the risks. So I eat it almost every day. For breakfast.
So if you are wondering whether a change in diet might do you some good, as you slug away at your larder all winter, my vote is YES! Hit the sauerkraut hard, harvest the kale and Brussels sprouts as late as possible, and freeze those berries. And if all else fails, go to the market and stock up.
You might be happier you did.