Lately, as I search for recipe inspiration, I have been reflecting upon why it is that we are so drawn to the food-porn-type, double-decker imagery of decadence that vies for our attention everywhere. Is it because perhaps we crave that over-the-top experience to wake us up and make us feel more alive?
I know that I go on and on about the Farmer’s Market. I almost feel that I would shrivel up and wither away if I didn’t have access to one nearby. For me, the attention-grabbing imagery found on the web and Pinterest can never duplicate the multi-sensory experience of shopping in my open-air, local market. It connects me to my food – connects me to nature – makes me feel alive.
Sometimes a mindful bite of reality, plain and simple, can be “sweeter” than a sugar-coated, Disneyland-for-the-taste-buds experience. The quietly seductive Pink Pearl, with its understated beauty, is a reserved apple on the outside, but vivaciously pink and zestfully sweet-tart on the inside, providing the perfect opportunity to enjoy mindful eating.
Just as my husband finds it difficult to consider using his best wines for cooking, in the same vein, I sometimes find it difficult to sacrifice the last bounty of summer to a recipe and the oven. The Pink Pearl reminds me that it can be incredibly satisfying to simply relish the experience of real food that is in a state unaltered by human ingenuity. Think I’ll chew on this a while.