There’s an emptiness in my belly. Some might call it hunger, but I feel that the word “hunger,” is not quite complex enough to explain what I feel.
There is an abundance of food in the house and I seem to graze on carrots and broccoli all day long. We’re going through the better part of a dozen eggs a day. There’s moose and fish and even sheep. Tomatoes, radishes and lettuce stalk me wherever I go. My wife keeps suggesting that we have to eat more cabbage and that turnip greens are good too. And she likes to remind me that while working in the yard, I can nourishingly nibble on the wild strawberry blite… which seems to be actually everywhere, once your eyes are trained.
So, I am experiencing a disconnect, a personal quagmire: while gorging on food, I feel as though I am suffering from starvation.
I think it’s the salt. Or the sugar. Maybe it’s the bread, the pastry, the cereals, the grains, the bagels, the toast, the chips, the cookies, the muffins, the chocolate, the coffee, the nachos, the pizza. Basically everything!
So, the only option is to embrace the subtle tastes, of which there are many, while ignoring the lure of the strong, flavorful tastes, familiar to me from a long life of culinary decadence. That should be easy.