This is one of my favourite quotes from one of my favourite obscure romantic 80s movie, Cousins. Not super elegant but to the point and has always stuck with me.
For those who knew me as Sacred Suzie, perhaps this blog seems weird to them. It is all about food and not about spirit. Since leaving BC, my spirit seems to have left me. I think she is hanging out with the herons at the lagoon, waiting for me to come back. I could not continue being Sacred Suzie. It would have been a lie.
This means I am in a place all alone without even a connection to Nature to keep me going. I have never been so deeply without spirit. The only sanctuary I have is my kitchen. I have lost interest in everything else. This is all I have.
I have a long, complicated relationship with food. I have spent a lot of time being frightened of it, not understanding it. I did not grow up learning about food in my mother’s kitchen. I am completely self-taught. When I finished university, I did not know how to boil an egg.
Leaving town and moving in with my future husband who accidentally gave me food poisoning several times (I know you did your best Sweetheart!), I had to learn about food for my survival. And because I was gaining tons of weight living on mac & cheese (KD) and perogies.
Once again I am lost and alone, fending for myself in a painful place and situation. I make food because we all have to to survive and because if I am going to have to ingest calories, they better be awesome. Food is the only source of energy right now that speaks to me, it is my last connection to inspiration.
I am doing my best to turn my life into chicken salad.