Solstice greetings
Happy Solstice.
Here, just north of Antarctica, it is the shortest day. Ironically I was awake for most of the longest night, with this pesky cough stealing slumber from me. It is yet another chilly morning, which I have to admit, is entirely appropriate.
If I had the energy this would be the night for a roast. Birds or land beasts for the carnivores. Nut roast for the vegetarians. Lashings of baked vegetables. A boiled fruity pudding for dessert.
Winter is a time of reflection. Contemplating your navel, under layers of soft clothing, in a warm room. It is a reminder to be mindful. To get a little Zen while chopping the vegetables, stay focused on the pot while you stir. It is time for giving thanks. Giving up a prayer or meditation for the food on offer.
In one of the most thought provoking novels I have ever read, Starhawk’s “The Fifth Sacred Thing”, a common blessing rings out through the book:
“May you never thirst,
May you never hunger”
In this time of universal abundance, my foodie thought for the day is a thanks for the earth for providing us so amply, even in the midst of winter. For those who do not share this wealth, my fervent wish is a change in consciousness so that we can no longer allow a fellow being to starve in such a time of plenty. I am passionate about food, but also recognise an almost obscenity, in the way we worship it sometimes with lavishness and waste.
So here’s to the return of the light, sunshine and golden days. To a table spread with ample food. To simple meals. To celebratory feasts. To breaking bread with friends. To feeding ourselves well when on our own.
Happy Solstice everyone.
PS: Sorry no solstice menu. Day 12 of pesky virus! Not a lot of fun.
Here, just north of Antarctica, it is the shortest day. Ironically I was awake for most of the longest night, with this pesky cough stealing slumber from me. It is yet another chilly morning, which I have to admit, is entirely appropriate.
If I had the energy this would be the night for a roast. Birds or land beasts for the carnivores. Nut roast for the vegetarians. Lashings of baked vegetables. A boiled fruity pudding for dessert.
Winter is a time of reflection. Contemplating your navel, under layers of soft clothing, in a warm room. It is a reminder to be mindful. To get a little Zen while chopping the vegetables, stay focused on the pot while you stir. It is time for giving thanks. Giving up a prayer or meditation for the food on offer.
In one of the most thought provoking novels I have ever read, Starhawk’s “The Fifth Sacred Thing”, a common blessing rings out through the book:
“May you never thirst,
May you never hunger”
In this time of universal abundance, my foodie thought for the day is a thanks for the earth for providing us so amply, even in the midst of winter. For those who do not share this wealth, my fervent wish is a change in consciousness so that we can no longer allow a fellow being to starve in such a time of plenty. I am passionate about food, but also recognise an almost obscenity, in the way we worship it sometimes with lavishness and waste.
So here’s to the return of the light, sunshine and golden days. To a table spread with ample food. To simple meals. To celebratory feasts. To breaking bread with friends. To feeding ourselves well when on our own.
Happy Solstice everyone.
PS: Sorry no solstice menu. Day 12 of pesky virus! Not a lot of fun.
Labels: thoughts on cooking
posted by GS at 8:31 am
2 Comments:
I was hoping for a solstice dinner menu! Might have to turn to "Celebrating the Southern Seasons" by Juliet Batten. Yep, Starhawk is pretty amazing!
I have Juliet's book! I will go drag it out of the bookshelf in just a moment.
I am still struggling with this vile bug and food is fuel more than pleasure still - but some menus and recipes will return. Soon.
Watch this space :)
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