Sweet Potatoes and Country Roads

Today I want to talk about vegetables and country roads.  


The kale, asparagus, and onion above are destined to be part of our stir-fry this evening. We are on a new life style eating regimen. I hesitate to call it a diet, as diet implies an end. This is a life-style, and like many of the country roads I've been on recently, there is seemingly no end.  


Age forces one to reevaluate one's habits and health and, as such, one's eating traditions. The fact that they are all related evades most people. Who would think that that soda one drinks might leech calcium from one's bones, or that perhaps you can't really process dairy well but never put that weight gain down to that being the cause. It's amazing what you learn when you really begin to examine the web we weave as humans.  


Changing food habits is quite challenging and affects everyone in your immediate world.  It forces others to consider what and what not you can consume when they entertain. It forces you, the devotee, to make difficult choices when faced with temptation. After all, it's only one glass of wine, or one brownie, or just one scoop of ice cream.


The thing is, it is all part of the larger picture that I seem to be going on and on about lately. We are but part of a larger force, humanity. While I am one person, I am part of a family, a community, a state, a nation, and a larger world. If I believe in a higher power, don't I owe it to myself and my world to be the strongest human I can be? When you come down to it, don't each of us owe to the rest of the world, our care, love, support, generosity and best person possible?


Ah, but I ramble. We spent a long afternoon in the car riding through the country. We were looking at properties, not for a specific reason, but to research. The weaving and winding of mountain roads are like the vines of my sweet potatoes as they attempt to overtake my garden with their wandering. Like the ties that bind, the asphalt and dirt by-ways connect the rural to the city, the bumpkin to the sofisticate. The roads connect us, perhaps all roads do lead to Rome. . . hm, or is that Home?


Or could it be that sweet potatoes are taking over my carb deprived mind?


Peace, B