food is love

Food is important in my life. Food is not just about sustaining, but about nourishing. Food is about love. I enjoy cooking and eating. Sometimes, it feels burdensome to have to constantly provide for this human body. Most of the time, for me food is love in its most simple form—love of my body, love for others, love and gratitude for all the beings involved in getting seed to plant to harvest to market to kitchen to mouth.

Spring is here, and the weather is topsyturvy. today it snowed, hailed, rained, and the sun shone bright. Thinking back on it, it was a gift—a reminder of impermanence. What an amazing gift it is to have this precious existence, to be able to choose what food I put in my mouth, in my body.

For the last few weeks, my eating and sleeping patterns have been irregular. I get hungry at odd times, and often can't eat. I've had trouble falling asleep at night, and frequently fall asleep long after my usual prior bedtime.

So I'm making an effort to reclaim my body. To love myself. To feed myself and nourish myself.

Last weekend I made mayonnaise from scratch, from raw eggs. It has been so delicious and wonderful. On Wednesday, I had dinner with friends—I love my friends so very much. I made deviled eggs with my homemade mayonnaise, and made two kinds: one with regular yellow mustard, topped with paprika; one with horseradish mustard, topped with dill. I made my eggs with love in my heart, and I photographed my eggs because they are so beautiful. My beautiful deviled eggs, my love, me.