By Heather O.
We had some friends come visit us this week. I’ve known them for a long, long time, and it was fun to have them in our new house, etc. But I was surprised to discover an area of life where we seem to have little in common: food.
Now, I am not a food Nazi. But having PKD means that I have to watch some of the things I eat, mainly sodium and hydrogenated oil. I also can’t have caffeine, or huge amounts of chocolate.
What this translates into is that I prepare most of our food fresh, and our pantry is pretty bare when it comes to snack food. I also give J soy milk on occasion, just because I like the extra protein on things like oatmeal, or as a mixed beverage, half chocolate Silk, half cow’s milk at breakfast or lunch. There are lots of local farms that we like to go to and pick our own stuff, like blueberries and corn and peaches. We like to frequent farmer’s markets, and I love cooking from our herb garden. And, of course, we have our beautiful garden that provides us with fresh vegetables every day.
My friend thinks I am a freak.
She keeps asking things like, “Well, why have you put J on this diet? Do you think you can keep him from getting PKD? So, this special diet you’re on. Can you have bread? Can you drink milk? Wow, what a commitment!”
Hmm, a low sodium, low packaged food diet rich in fresh fruits and vegetables with an appropriate amount of protein. Not exactly a medically regimented diet.
She was also unimpressed with my garden, giving it a cursory glance and a shrug. Ok, I know I talk about this a lot, but my garden TOTALLY ROCKS! I mean, how can you just shrug your shoulders at sunflowers 12 feet high and tomatoes the size of softballs?
Her husband is with her on this, too. For breakfast, I offered homemade whole wheat blueberry pancakes made from scratch with blueberries we had picked, smeared with homemade raspberry jam (compliments of Tracy M, by the way. We are almost out–send more!) with a side of strawberries and bacon. He opted for Dora’s Cinnamon Stars cereal.
I’m surprised how strongly I feel about this. They don’t eat how we eat. They don’t share our passion for growing fresh vegetables. They have never even been in a Whole Foods store, and it’s not because they can’t afford it.
None of this makes them bad people. They are in fact very pleasant people. They’re just not food snobs. But we apparantly are. And it’s an issue. Not a big one, not one that I would bring up in a million years, but it’s there.
If you would have asked me, I would have never said that food can separate people. But now, I see that it can. And a couple of times during their visit I have felt like saying, “Drinking soy milk does not make me weird!”
I’m going to go have a tomato.
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