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What’s with the name, anyway?
Naming this blog was hard. Maybe not as hard as naming a baby (which I’ve never done), but almost as hard as naming a pet (which I have).
Since I hope this blog will stick around, I needed a title with a timeless ring to it. Not too of-the-moment (as locavore, whole food, sustainable, organic, and seasonal have become). These ideas are all important to me, but I needed something a little less buzz-y. Micah suggested I incorporate the term “foodie.” I laughed. That is so 1981!
During my days as an English major at UGA, one of my favorite words was juxtaposition. Partly because I like big words that’ll get me lots of points in Scrabble, but mostly because I’m sort of obsessed with the idea of contrast. Maybe to excess. (One of my habits that drives Micah bonkers is an insistence that food be served on or in a dish that is a contrasting color. No broccoli soup from a green bowl or golden brown fried foods from an orange plate. Yeah, so now you all know how neurotic I am. Not that it wouldn’t have come out soon enough.)
Anyway, so my blog title brainstorming session kept coming back to the word feast. We don’t literally feast in this house, at least not in the gorge-yourself-on-rich-food-till-you-puke-like-a-Roman sense. We don’t consume huge portions or splurge on many decadent foodstuffs, and most of what we cook is both healthy and economical. Still, we do have kind of a ritual around cooking and eating–almost always real food from real dishes, almost always at the dining room table together instead of in front of the TV or our laptops. Combine that sense of ceremony with some dang good food, and feast starts to make sense.
Now, I needed a contrasting adjective, one that brought feast back down to the everyday. Humble, in a decidedly uncharacteristic manner, jumped up and down and said, “Me! Me!” It’s hard to ignore such a versatile word. Humble captures the down-to-earth charm of words like ordinary, modest, and unsophisticated…the practicality of words like frugal and economical…the sweetness of words like reverent and gracious.
So what’s a humble feast? It’s a simple but delicious meal, cooked at home and shared with the people you love.
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Oh, yeah. One more consideration: my title choice also had to be available as a [name].WordPress.com URL.
Every week or so, I make a big batch of muffins so we’ll have a grab-and-go hot breakfast during the work week. They’re always whole wheat, low fat, and packed with oats, nuts, fruit, etc., so they’ll give us a high-energy start to our day. Some batches have been pretty good, while others have had that….well…health-food taste. Ick.
(If you keep up with my blog–and please, do!–you’ll find that I love to create and adapt healthy recipes. But, in the end, I’m not likely to use a recipe again, no matter how healthy, if it’s not also delicious.)
I have a few recipes for muffins that I keep returning to, making substitutions here and there to create a different breakfast each week. We like variety around here, so it’s rare for me to bake the exact same muffins twice! But, having a foundation is good, and the next few posts will be devoted to the different base recipes I’ve tried, plus some variations.
As the weeks go on, you can look forward to more muffins for Monday posts as I keep experimenting with new recipes and flavor combinations.
Do you have any favorite muffin recipes? If so, share ‘em!
I love food.
I buy real butter, real cheese, real meat, real sugar. I refuse to buy fat-free anything, give up bacon, or join a gym.
Eating out is a special treat for us, not a weekly or daily occurrence.
We buy almost nothing that’s processed or packaged, and over half of our groceries come from the farmer’s market.
Micah and I cook real food, and our portions are reasonable, not super-sized. We eat meat and cheese, and we eat starchy foods, and we even eat sweets–but we also eat plenty of fruits, vegetables, and whole grains. I bake my own bread with whole wheat flour. I’ll puree whatever farmer’s market fruits are about to turn and throw them into a muffin batter. We eat lots of vegetarian meals, partly because it’s cheaper and healthier, but mostly because veggies are just plain delicious (especially the local, seasonal ones).
We burn a lot of calories grocery shopping, slicing vegetables, trimming meats, stirring pots of soup or risotto, kneading bread, and cleaning up the kitchen. We burn calories walking the 1.8-mile-round-trip to Daily Grocery and back instead of driving.
People talk about fitness and nutrition as lifestyle changes. For a lot of folks, this means drinking a protein shake and running 3 miles every day for the rest of your life. I’m tired and hungry just thinking about it!
We might spend a little less time watching TV or playing on Facebook compared to other people our age, but the extra time we spend cooking, cleaning, or walking isn’t a sacrifice. It’s a gift, and a bountiful one too. Our bodies are healthier, our taste buds and tummies are thrilled, and our world is a little bit cleaner and nicer. We are caring for ourselves, but we’re also supporting small local farms and businesses, driving less, and wasting very little.
Our ancestors in the not-so-distant past cooked every day and walked where they needed to go. They’d never heard of Bodyplex, and they would have looked at you like you were crazy if you’d served them most of the food-like items people eat nowadays. They rarely ate out, and they spent more time with their families. They didn’t make time for exercise or count their calories, but they were much more fit and much less prone to obesity and diet-related illnesses than Americans are today. Their entire way of living was different and, in these ways, better.
I don’t want to be a phony. I don’t want to live off of vitamin-fortified calories from imitation foods full of ingredients I can’t pronounce. I don’t want to spend mindless hours performing artificial tasks like climbing a staircase to nowhere, riding a stationary bike towards the gym window, or running on a treadmill like a hamster in a wheel. I don’t want to be a slave to our society’s definition of fitness. I want to be the real me–a woman who loves her husband and family, who enjoys cooking and strolling around town, and who cherishes delicious food too much to pretend that it’s just calories in.
I am always full and satisfied after a meal, I haven’t set foot in a gym in years, and (most importantly) I’m happy.