Last night we at dinner we had amazing conversations about food (raw, organic, vegetarianism, etc), western medicine, and the importance of physical activity. Kinda weird to have these deep conversations (food ethics) while consuming a meal. Made you re-think about getting seconds on your soup ‘n salad.
Y’all know that my roommate is a raw food connoisseur (for health reasons, not ethics), something I know almost nothing about. I know it basically consists of eating a lot of pureed things, smoothies, salads, cold stuff, but that’s as far as my current state of knowledge reaches.
This morning I was making my oatmeal, as I have eaten oatmeal every morning for the last 8 years or so, and I realized “Oh my gosh, there’s no microwave.” Made sense with the raw food thing and all.
Let me restate that. NO. MICROWAVE.
I ’bout had a freak out moment. How would I cook the frozen vegetables I just bought? How would I make popcorn? More importantly, how would I prepare my oatmeal!?! Forget about the definitions of cook, make, and prepare, since they completely dissolve when we talk about microwaving or making mashed potatoes from a bag of dehydrated potato flakes and milk. And completely disregard what the microwave has done for nutrition and the American waistline. But I use it all the time to reheat, heat, deheat food. Alas, I digress.
What’s a proactive female to do? I hastily read the directions on how to cook oatmeal on the stove. Laugh at me, fine, but I never needed to prep oatmeal on the stove before. Why do it the slow way when you can do it the fast way, right? It actually turned out perfectly and I was happy. Well, still am happy.
I started thinking about how the lack of microwave might actually be a good thing, it would help me slow down, not be a rush, enjoy life more. I felt enlightened, empowered, and I enjoyed it.
I continued “slaving away over the hot stove” for my oatmeal (like it’s soooo hardl). I poured my oatmeal into my bowl when I saw it. The microwave. Above the stove. And I felt like a nincompoop on a stick. Dummy.
Lesson: slow down, you’ll see things much clearer. The fast way is not necessarily the best way. Life lesson. 🙂