A time to...

There is a season, a time, a dawning, an age, a moment....to....eat or not to eat. Of course we should eat...but what are we eating? Something that's been sitting in a box for 13 months before it comes home to sit on our shelf for another 3 months? I've had to recently reboot my eating...the boxes and cans slither their way into your life, they slip through the stress fractures and seep into your grocery cart, then they multiply. They devour your pantry space and fill you with guilt for not eating them because why waste money on stuff that will go bad in 5 days because something will happen that will somehow prevent you from eating that fresh food? There is a time for the packaged-processed stuff, there is a season for it, a moment of desperation or utter pity we allow ourselves. A moments, a season, an age don't last forever or they are a short span in the long view in the order of life. I'd like to be an eater of the herb of the fields...you know, the stuff that grows, not the stuff that's packaged? However, when desperation calls from its miry quagmire, don't be surprised to hear, from my kitchen, the crackling of plastic or the hum of the can opener....