I had a few minutes to spare and was killing time on Twitter. For some reason I was struck by a tweet from Perez Hilton which said “stay strong ROGER EBERT!!!.” I don’t know if it was the triple exclamation points or that I had no idea why Roger Ebert needed to stay strong but I clicked on the link. I then read the post “Nil by Mouth." Mr Ebert explained that after a string of surgeries he was no longer able to eat, drink or talk. He had no reason to expect this to change…ever.
Mr Ebert doesn't experience extreme hunger or thirst; he is getting nourishment via a feeding tube directly to his stomach. He admits he has had a series of food obsessions. Candy figures prominently in many cravings. Mr Ebert writes of a dream in which he had a package of Chuckles filled entirely with the black chuckles (though I don’t love candy, I always feel us black jelly bean or neco wafer people need to band together). Mr Ebert is now dependent on many of his food memories to satisfy him. He says many of his cravings have as much to do with fond associations and memories of a food than anything else. Mr Ebert’s writing seemed lighthearted recalling his food obsessions. His tone changed when he described what he misses most. "The food and the drink I can do without easily. The jokes, gossip, laughs, arguements and shared memories I miss."
What Roger Ebert misses most is what we all should appreciate more. With so much written and debated about what to eat (guilty as charged), perhaps we’re all missing the boat. A popular term in the lexicon of nutrition is satiety. Experts endlessly debate what combination or portions of food will satisfy us. Maybe what’s meant to be ingested and savored is, as Mr Ebert says, the dining not the food.
What are your most memorable meals? I would love to hear about them. This weekend, try to share a meal with friends or family and please savor it.
One of my cousins told me yesterday that almost all of his memories of coming to visit us center around food. Sunday dinners with my grandparents were a mandatory, yet one we all looked forward to. Meals that were locally sourced and seasonal - my grandparents were firm believers in "local" long before anyone knew what that meant. But most importantly, it was a time where our entire (large) family gathered to talk, share, discuss and debate.
ReplyDeleteChildren were not at a separate table, we joined the fray from day 1. Beside learning manners, we learned how to interact with people of all ages. We were expected to contribute to the conversation and encouraged question and listen. It was a time where anyone could walk in join - there was enough food for whatever unexpected guests may show up. What I learned during those afternoons was worth a lifetime of a formal education.
As for food, I will never forget my grandmother's pot roast or the bowls of fresh strawberries sitting out for the taking, peach cobbler in August, slices of watermelon on a hot summer night. There was no "clean your plate" mandatory, instead it was "just try it because you never know".
But I know the general feeling of contentment and happiness of these meals has far less to do with the food and far more with the environment and people that were a part of those days.