How Food is My Dream Revolution

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When I was younger, I had a dream of attending the Cordon Bleu in Paris and becoming a great chef. My passion was fueled by the great Julia Child, by Jacques Pepin, even by the Galloping Gourmet, Graham Kerr (you really must go watch this).

Then I found out how hard it is to be a chef.

Not so much that it’s intellectually hard (which it is, but of which I have no fear), but that it’s physically demanding. On your feet for 12 hour stretches (or more). Hauling gi-normous kettles full of water from the sink to the stove. Mincing onions and garlic and peeling potatoes pound after pound after pound. Plus the stimulus-saturated work of cooking on the line.

You have to be a certain kind of person to withstand demands like that. I am not that certain kind of person.

Then I thought maybe I would be a food writer, like  Elizabeth David or M. F. K. Fisher, or the haughty and opinionated Richard Olney. That was right up my alley. Eat everything in sight, and then sit down to write about it.

But food writing is a crowded field. I didn’t have the confidence to dive in.

I went on to do other things – things that had nothing to do with food. Meanwhile, I kept on cooking and baking and feeding the people I love.

My primary expression of love is cooking a meal. My primary expression of creativity is cooking a meal. My primary intellectual pursuit is cooking a meal.

I’ve made some good meals, if I do say so myself. Virgo Man laments that if he likes something I’ve cooked, he may never taste it again, because I don’t really cook that many things more than once – even if they turn out great. I keep striving, learning, exploring. I just plain love to cook, and I just plain love to feed people.

I notice that I have come full circle. The younger me thought I would cook for a living, or at least write about food for a living. The realist me made a living doing other stuff. The mature me (not to put too fine a point on it or anything) realizes that food is my dream revolution.

How so? And what does this have to do with money?

It’s this. Human beings share a few common needs. Food is one of them.

Food is primal. It’s elemental. It’s shared, and easily understood. Without it, we die. Furthermore, our heritage, our economy, and our culture have all been shaped and molded by the imperative to get food. In a world where our heritage, economy, and culture seem tossed into a cocked hat, what is our best chance of restoring our lives?

In my opinion, it’s food.

A day does not pass without every human being thinking some thought about food.

Time cannot advance without attention being paid to the procurement of food.

Security means having enough to eat.

Danger means having nothing to eat, and no prospects for getting something to eat.

Meanwhile, the food supply is dominated by faceless, soulless industrial giants who make stuff called pink slime and then sue news outlets for telling the truth about it.

So there you go. You say you want a revolution? Then make one small decision today to eat differently.

You don’t have to go crazy or anything. But you could decide to swear off processed food for a month. Of you could decide to eat seasonally (no pink tomatoes in December!). Or you might buy sustainably farmed coffee, or buy a dozen local eggs whose yolks are as vibrant as sunshine. You could buy everything you eat for a week at a local farmer’s market.

Will it cost you more than you’re used to paying? Maybe; it depends on how you eat and where you shop. But maybe not. And know this: whatever you are paying for industrial food, there is a cost you don’t always readily see. The cost is to the health of the economy, the life of your community, and the well-being of your culture – to say nothing of the environment.

Do you dream of changing the world? Eat something local this week.


  • Lisa Powell Graham

    Love this! who knows, maybe food will still play a part in your professional future somehow – restaurant reviews like Cath said (maybe you could do some for your local papers? and get paid for it? :) Or writing a book about being a frugal gourmet… cooking creatively for fun and eating locally… or something… Anyways loved reading about your passion and I agree that creative cooking *and* eating local are both wonderful things. :) XOXO 

  • Cooking and food Jayne? Who knew! I love that these nuggets of passion come through after we’ve been dreaming together for a while :) Thanks for sharing, and I agree that the experience of a farmers market and getting food local has made an impact on how I eat it. 

  • Cath

    How interesting after all this time to find out that you had such a love of all things culinary!  I loved the Galloping Gourmet! Now that I think about it, many of your posts have been about food…. the salmon, the tomatoes… I am curious – if you were to go into a bookstore, where would we find you?  In the culinary section?  The graphic arts section? I’d be curious as to how you’d answer that.  I think you should try writing a restaurant review here as part of your dream journey… do you have a favorite restaurant that prepares local food at a good price?  I’d love to see you test that dream…