I’m sitting alone in my living room, waiting for my husband to get home from helping out a friend tonight and I decided to write. I rarely have time to write on the actual day I post about and end up always writing 1 or 2 days late.
Tonight is the end of Day 17 and I feel pensive. I’m sitting here with a steeping mug of mint tea (from our own window mint plant) and I feel a little alone in the world.
I went searching for other Canadians that were doing the challenge at this moment. I was hoping to find a few blogs, similar to mine. Some friendly unknown faces that would understand what we are doing.
Maybe it’s because I got a little tired of people asking me what I think I’ll accomplish by doing all this. Maybe I was just a little hurt when I was asked when I was planning on cheating because they had ideas to make it a good cheat! Maybe I’m a little frustrated by people telling me they can’t wait for me to be off this “diet” so things can get back to normal.
I started thinking about what IS normal, and why I would want to go back there. The idea that I will emerge from this completely unchanged is naïve. The idea that the moment I am at freedom to do so, I will go out for a dinner filled with forbidden foreign fares is slightly unreal to me. The now, already familiar, simplicity of our lives will leave its mark and the idea of rushing out to buy pre-packaged, over processed foods doesn’t feel like us anymore.
Now don’t get me wrong, I have a list of foods as long as my leg that I miss and am looking forward to having again. But what we are gaining from doing this is so much more than what we have given up…
When November 18th arrives, I will continue:
- Talking with the farmers that sell me my veggies come farmer’s market season. And they will know me to a point where they will pick out the biggest of everything out of their boxes under the tables for me just because it is me.
- Reading labels and asking questions. Questions like “why buy balsamic vinegar imported from Italy when a local winery makes the best balsamic vinegar I’ve ever had?”
- Making reserves of fresh local veggies and fruit, whether it be by canning, freezing or dehydrating, so I can keep eating as local as possible when the growing season has ended and the long Québec winter sets in.
- Setting up appointments with the strange lady-herbalist that has native Canadian healing gardens in her backyard and buy teas from her.
- Driving an hour along the river for flours made from local and certified organic grains for 1.60$ a kilo. Why? Because the ladies that run the shop at the mill know the names of the farmers that supply them by heart, so they feel like my friends.
- Taking pride in the wonderful food growers and makers of my community and support them year round.
- Pushing myself to learn how to live a local life as much as I can. And although I will indulge in far away luxuries, I will remember where I’m from and be thankful for what I have.
I do apologize to all of our loved ones, family and friends, that think this an eccentric phase and only a quirky fad, but we are changing. Things won’t simply go back to normal…
going back to normal was never part of the plan.