I like to eat with my eyes closed, though it's often difficult because people ask why. My eyes sometimes water as well. With each bite, even processed foods, I feel grateful for the life that gives itself to mine. When I tear into a steak or fresh fruit, I'm filled with a deep primal satisfaction as I fulfill such a basic need. Every creature we ingest has a different gift to share.
My body is extremely sensitive to most processed foods, but I've never had a problem with milk or grain. When I drink milk, especially fresh rich whole milk. I feel a bond with the other mammals we call cousins. There are so many little things we share with even our most distant relatives.
I've also been foraging a lot more lately. Family matters have brought me back to the city, but I'm amazed with how much food grows wild here. I was skeptical of eating from such polluted soil at first, but it's no worse than the grocery store; a steel mill can't be worse than Monsanto. At least I see the plant people here from seed to harvest.
Just found Cherokee plum yesterday. Not many are ripe yet, but they're getting there. Walnuts seem a bit early this year, found several patches of wild carrot, and I almost tracked down some persimmon. Followed a bunch of rotten fruit to what does appear to be a persimmon tree, but the tree itself was bare of fruit. Hopefully they'll be more.
The town is rampant with raspberry and blackberry, at least when they're in season; seem about done for the year now. Never a lack of wild onion though. Now that I've started foraging in earnest, I can't wait to see what each month has to offer. I always leave more than I take, the deer and coyotes moving in need what they can get, but I snack on a little bit of everything. What grows together should be eaten together.
While I'm not expecting to find a lot until the human monstrosities have fallen, it's always nice to see what little prairie remains in Illinois. Missouri is way more abundant, but I'm sure I'll miss some treasures here when I move back to the Ozarks. May be more game there, but I've made many friends here. A lot of old mimosas and cypresses I'll hate to leave.
I'm becoming more and more satisfied with the wild food my homeland offers. Many cousins to the exotic produce I've grown up spoiled on. Nonetheless, there are certain treats I'll never sacrifice, and I always seek native alternatives to the foreign ingredients in modern recipes. Wild edible grains and beans, alternatives to tomatoes and peppers, substitutes for cocoa and vanilla, a way to make wild cheese without a goat....
My life will be complete when I can make Ozark spaghetti and Shawnee burritos.