A journey down Raw Lane

I live not within walking or riding distance of any markets or shops that sell organic fruit and vege. My local IGA's 'fresh' food is foul. Defrosted apples, mouldy strawberries, celery you wouldn't poke a stick at.
Maybe it's a sign of the times, that people aren't buying as much supermarket fresh produce now that they are discovering the wonders of getting local, organic and/or straight from the farm stuff. (and IGA won't give it up, and are trying to sell week old produce).
It's a shit though that for me to get my fill I have to travel through suburbs - using petrol, knowing they won't have everything I want under one roof... so I decided to order my organics in. Straight to the door. Cheap too!!
I'm using The Organic Collective based in Fremantle. I leave my little box out with payment and soon enough a load of goodies arrive.

Now, this comes in the context of some company I've been keeping. He's a reborn, reformed, evangelistic raw foodie. Not only does he only do organic, he doesn't cook any of it. That means no warm vegetables, no bread products, no.. well, bloody anything except food straight off the tree as nature intended it.
I can see him glowing and floating on cloud 9. Yes, I can see it would be the path to truest and speediest enlightenment, but can I do it?
I love the idea of grabbing my food, eating it, no preparation, no cleaning.
I also love that you get all the goodness (vitamins and enzymes) from the food, no need to get your kicks from sugar and carbs. And it does make you feel closer to God. None of this contemporary (post Monkey) cooking notion. My friend explains that we discovered fire and destroy our food with it. It wasn't the original intention.
Anyway, I could go on, for ages. But I won't. Just call me for a chat. Or, call him.

So I tried with real gusto to eat my melon for breakfast, eat chopped up fruit for morning tea, munch on some fresh organic nuts, make up a juicy healthy salad.. well that got me to 11am...
I was feeling pretty sweet actually. I'm not sure if it was the uncookedness, but I was the most bushy tailed and gleeful girl I've met in a while.

But then,
we had to go down south together....
And soon information was coming thick and fast at me, like
'uh uh, you can't combine nuts and fruit. The sugar will react with the fat of the nuts'.
ohhh...
'uh uh, you shouldn't eat sub acid fruits with regular acid fruits, instead just eat all the grapes, then in an hour you can eat the strawberries'.
ohhh...
'do you have a tummy cramp? Ahh well that's probably because you ate your vegetables before your fruits'.
oh fuck fuck fuck!!

So I ran off when he wasn't looking and bought a vegetable curry puff.
It was like heaven, sweet sweet warm delicious heaven.
My lolly!
And it dawned on me how warm foods could become my vice. Forget coffee, chocolate, drugs or alcohol. I can leave it all behind! Just give me some roast vegetables! That's a concept I didn't mind, like having a not-so-bad thing as my bad-thing.
Anyway within 24 hours I was caffeinated, starched and full of carbs.
Can't say my stomach liked it so much.
And now I feel sluggish and crap ass.

But maybe I just need to build up my tolerance again to the destruction of food via heating, and instead take a haphazard and slow, potentially never, path to enlightenment.

Or maybe I'll try the raw journey again soon...

[current mood] South African Music & 6am Yoga to the sunrise!

Comments

[Yoli]

Girl you can't rush into this! LOL. You will be flying to the nearest toilet faster than you can pull your pants down. Baby steps.

[Natalija]

Yet another good reason to go slow Yoli! mmm... natural evolution - not overnight, hey. x