Not the cup of oat with cow milk, lactose…of course, but the one with soya milk and accurately strengthen by chia seeds, chocolate, roasted sesame seeds, aloe vera cream, extracts of Malaleuca Alternifolia, pink Tibetan salt, refined clay from the Sierra Nevada and sifted charcoal from mount Fuji is a go.

Perhaps, a contemporary Shakespeare may have started Prince Hamlet’s soliloquy with different words: - “What to eat or what not to eat, that is the question…” -.
In fact, since appearing in this world, the human being worries about food which even in these modern days of abundance it seems to have a special relevance!…
In fact, besides the breathed air and the swallowed liquids(preferably Beer or Wine, but juices or teas are o.k.), it is about the solid food that the human worries the most, because it’s from this that obviously obtains the majority of the “Prana” needed to live and survive.

Worrying about food is “obviously” a subject that has to do with each single human being regardless the race, nationality, social status, age or gender, but the “experience” of the food definitely differs according to the individual and there isn’t an absolute formula appeasing everyone from North to South or from West to East.

The human living in the Sahel won’t very much debate in being a vegetarian, vegan, raw-eater or carnivorous, allergic to gluten, peanuts, nuts or lactose…there’s hardly any food around and is a miracle when something materializes on the table.
On the other side, the most refined Japanese only likes to eat the specially chosen tuna captured in the Sardinian “Tonnare” of Sant’Antioco or Carloforte, considering anything else almost uneatable.
The true “Emiliano-Romagnolo” also indulges on the Raviolis made by someone else, but the ones made by Mum are always the best.

And so on and so forth.

And then? Who is right!? No one, I guess!

Even the “Wonderful and Infamous” world of Yogis and Yogini is clearly not exempted from such dependencies and food whims…on the contrary!

There’s the one intolerant to tomatoes, the one avoiding the dairy products, the one sensitive to strawberry jam, the one that needs the “gluten free” sign and if there is no sign starts to enquire about what the lettuce is made of…
There’s the one regularly entering the kitchen asking for the mandatory piece of lemon, the one that needs to eat the daily avocado nicely spread in the piece of bread made with flour of quinoa rigorously grown in the South-East, slightly turning North and curving Westward area of the Bolivian Andes, there’s the one living just of Prana, the one living out and depending on the internet macrocosmic waves and the one that “as long as there’s Pizza there’s hope”…

Due to the fact that already and since a while I’ve been frequenting the Yoga world, and anyway since I’ve been living in several Countries and thus in contact with different customs and cultures, I had the opportunity to notice the various food habits of the diverse populations which for years lead me to believe the Italians, specially the ones living abroad, being amongst the most selective and “self-punishing” about matters regarding food… -“ ‘cause the Tagliatelle in Vietnam are not cooked al dente as in Bologna”-…-“ or because in Bogota the Risotto is not properly stirred like in Milan”-…etc.etc., but then I met the Americans that after decades of hamburgers, hot-dogs, grits and bacon, finally decided to eat healthy…with the result on not knowing anymore what to eat.

Definitely not the slice of regular bread because there's gluten, but the one made with rice flour and duly “reinforced” with two inches of peanut butter, jam, bananas, yoghurt, pecan, fried eggs, corn syrup, dates and raisins is accepted.
Not the cup of oat with cow milk, lactose…of course, but the one with soya milk and accurately strengthen by chia seeds, chocolate, roasted sesame seeds, aloe vera cream, extracts of Malaleuca Alternifolia, pink Tibetan salt, refined clay from the Sierra Nevada and sifted charcoal from mount Fuji is a go.

And so on and so forth.

Usually I try to eat what the house offers even though, when possible, I go for what I like the most; most of the time I avoid entering kitchens looking for slices of ginger to brew in hot water that normally I do not drink, in fact I reckon that a good artisanal bier can often be much more healthy, but at this point…?
my friend from the Sahel looks at me like if I’m a loony and as soon as I leave something in the plate he dives for it;
my Japanese friend doesn’t look straight at me because is not polite, but as soon as I turn around mauls the tuna as if it is still alive;
my American friends are so lost on theirs quirks about what to eat or not to eat that do not even notice what I eat…in fact, what do I eat? or what should I eat?...this is the question!

Food! I guess…or not!?

Just humor me.

Buon appetito (enjoy your food).


 
 



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