You know that saying about you shouldn’t live to eat but should eat to live? I always hated that shit! Not because I live for food, but because food has so many wonderful healing properties and part of that is simply the pleasure one can get from eating it. I am not into the shame and blame games, though. If that’s your bag, please move on. I want to share today about some foods that truly do heal and just make life that much sweeter, pardon the pun. 😛
Last week I had a couple of rough days. As I was starting to feel better again, but I was still just not quite myself. So on Thursday, my “Friday” if you will, I treated myself to this magical creamy mushroom soup. Some of you will wince at those three words together: creamy + mushroom + soup. I will never understand how someone can just not like mushrooms. They are the best thing in the world…next to fresh from the garden sugar snap peas!
This soup has a special place in my heart and in my life. This soup? Oh man…this soup is legendary amongst my closest little tribe of confidants. My friends and I used to drive thirty miles (to San Francisco) to get this fucking magical soup! Then one fateful NYE we stopped by our favorite Polish restaurant (Old Krakow on West Portal for locals) for this king of soups and the place was shuttered. Devastated, we befriended a local florist and were treated to the best Mediterranean meal of our lives!
That soup and it’s sudden disappearance haunted us. You couldn’t mention it or we’d all get that sad, longing, wistful look in our eyes and simply hang out heads. Years passed by and while we would never forget that soup, it only made us miss it and almost wish we’d never had it for how badly we wanted it now that it was gone. But the universe is a trickster and a delight! My very first day at HappyGoat my boss took me out to lunch to some new Polish place nearby. I was curious and just happy to try something new.
Little did I know that this little tucked away Polish place, “Bona” was none other than THE place! New name, new location…SAME SOUP!!! Turns out it is the same owner of the old place and the soup is just as good, if not somehow better! I soon took my friends to try it for themselves and we all agreed it was some bizarre coincidence, fate or miracle that this soup came back into our lives (and closer to us, too).
I had that soup today and I tell you what, it is healing! It is nourishing, yes, but I feel stronger than I did this morning. I feel fulfilled and satisfied in a way no other soup could touch. I’m not even a big soup person. I’m actually very picky when it comes to soup. But this soup? This mushroom fantasy of hot healing gorgeousness? No, this shit is REAL! I take that first bite, well I usually butter some bread and dip until the soup cools a bit, I am silenced and my bliss-face comes and you just can’t talk to me for awhile. I need to relish and just be one with this soup!
The calories? The nutritional facts and values? Fuck if I care, dude. This isn’t about all that. This is about being grounded or centered or just whatever! Few things in this world can make us feel this way, but when they do? We need more of that! Like the enchiladas at my favorite Mexican place (Tiajuana in Sunnyvale, for locals), their red sauce? I walk out of there strong and happy and healed! (And after a margarita or two an honest to goodness fistacuffs showdown!) Freshly made fettuccine alfredo? Where the pasta is so thin and supple, but still has that al dente bite to it? Perfection! I swoon!
We all have childhood memories of food that can connect and transport us. For me that will always been fresh from the ground carrots or tomatoes from my grandma’s garden. You cannot buy, bottle or supplement these things. They are real and they are unique. They are the things that connect us to the earth and to each other. Don’t let peer pressure, marketing or shame and guilt take that from you. You get more healing goodness from the things you enjoy and connect with than you ever will to some cereal or granola or protein bar…I promise!
What foods make you feel best? Childhood memories of a perfect meal or food moment? Do share! 🙂