Food for Thought (Organic)

Brussels sprouts? Gross. Or at least that’s what I used to think. I don’t know why I thought that though because I have no memory of ever trying them. They look like baby cabbages, and who likes cabbage? Not this girl. And, I mean, I’m all about babies, just not eating them. I guess I didn’t really know much about Brussels sprouts. Like, I never knew it was spelled Brussels sprouts. I thought it was brussel sprouts. Spelling has never been my strong suit.

You know what is my strong suit though? Cereal. It’s what’s for dinner. Or what would be for dinner, every night, if it was allowed. I have a secret love affair with cereal. Any cereal will do but if you really must know, I’m all about the Fruit Loops. The smell. The taste. Just thinking about them makes me smile. I am a grown ass adult, in a serious relationship, with Fruit Loops.

It has been brought to my attention, however, that “everything goes better with kale”. Actually, it’s a bumper sticker. On my fiancé’s car. Whose name is Kayle. I’ll give you a moment to let that sink in. Much like Brussels sprouts, who knew it could actually taste good? I once asked my fiancé if he thought it was ironic that kale likes to be massaged. I asked him that as I was elbow deep in a giant bowl of kale and avocado oil. He was as amused with me as I am with his bumper sticker.

The fiancé is a big proponent of all things organic (including kale and Brussels sprouts, but I’m 99% sure it’s not possible with Fruit Loops). Organic is not just good for your greens though. I am a control freak. When I want something to happen, I need it to happen in a certain way and in a certain time; that time usually being right now. “Patience is a virtue”, my mom would always say. “Yes. A virtue I do not have”, I would reply with as much adolescent vigor as I could muster. What happens when you let go, when you allow, when things are given the space to unfold naturally? Those things are strong. Those things stay. They are the things that take root and remain. They flourish and give way to more; they multiply, they affect. That has been a hard lesson for me to learn, but I have seen the fruits of that labor and have become more and more convinced that organic is the way to go.

 

 

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