Food as medicine
Jul. 1st, 2005 03:38 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lurkittyAbout ten years ago, my husband and I were involved with AISES - the American Indian Science and Engineering Society. This is a great support network for all North American natives who go into the scineces and engineering. Many come to college with little support, monetary or spiritual, from their bands or tribes. The Society has a philisophy that is inclusive of spirituality, and helps its professional and student members find ways to bridge the gap between their profession and their higher selves.
AISES has its own Council of Elders. One esteemed elder, who passed on a couple of years ago, was a man named Phil Lane. He was the first Native American to graduate from Oregon State, and was a civil engineer and a good friend. One day, when visiting him at his place in Eastern Oregon, they took us out to eat at a local mexican restaurant. We were conversing, and I didn't pay attention to the fact that when he and his wife ordered, they ordered Ala carte. My husband and I ordered off the main menu and it was huge -- way too much to eat. Of course, The hubby could tuck it away -- but I could eat about a third of it. Phil just shook his head. His "lecture" (he was always teaching!) consisted of a couple of sentences about food as medicine and how we should honor it. He then reached over and ate a couple of bites from my plate. Simple. But he communicated volumes.
When I cook, I try to center myself and invest love and caring into the preparation. Even if I am working quickly, there has to be time to get that extra meaning into it or it isn't worth doing. I hope my food is good medicine.
In further developments,
AISES has its own Council of Elders. One esteemed elder, who passed on a couple of years ago, was a man named Phil Lane. He was the first Native American to graduate from Oregon State, and was a civil engineer and a good friend. One day, when visiting him at his place in Eastern Oregon, they took us out to eat at a local mexican restaurant. We were conversing, and I didn't pay attention to the fact that when he and his wife ordered, they ordered Ala carte. My husband and I ordered off the main menu and it was huge -- way too much to eat. Of course, The hubby could tuck it away -- but I could eat about a third of it. Phil just shook his head. His "lecture" (he was always teaching!) consisted of a couple of sentences about food as medicine and how we should honor it. He then reached over and ate a couple of bites from my plate. Simple. But he communicated volumes.
When I cook, I try to center myself and invest love and caring into the preparation. Even if I am working quickly, there has to be time to get that extra meaning into it or it isn't worth doing. I hope my food is good medicine.
In further developments,
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