I recently watched Don Lemon of CNN with a piece about the human interaction or more appropriately, the absence of it.
This hullabaloo was created by the Monti Te'o debacle of a girlfriend who never existed. Most sane people would agree that you wouldn’t even call someone you haven’t met, a friend much less a girlfriend. Most sane people of course, and I am happy to say I am one of them. I am not buying no “puss in a bag”.
You see the puss you think to be in the bag could be a porcupine, skunk or rat. This saying “Puss in a bag” comes from the Jamaican trading phenomenon, from merchant to customer or merchant to merchant. It establishes a practice where if you cannot see the goods you should not buy it.
Recently I had a close reminder of why it is neither good nor prudent to buy a puss in a bag, when my wife had to return every boot she bought off the internet. None fit! She had lengthy discussion with the internet sales person who sold her the “puss in the bag” and secured a commission for himself. However, when they came all three of them, none fit!
Now here I am having to drive to deposit them in the return depot, and find they were not packed according to company rules, and had to take them back home, waited one day at home for the man to pick them up who didn’t come, finally over three days they came, and not according to the planned window. You get the point?
For some people internet businesses may work but for old schoolers like me, I like to examine the goods, trying on for size and fit, then I commit.
So with Monti Te'o not working out, nor my wife’s boots! And Don Lemon frothing at the mouth about human interaction, I have consolidated and fundamentalized my intent to interact with most and everything. Apparently it is a good thing and you cannot go wrong.
Interacting With Food
Should you blame me then for wanting to interact with my food before committing to eating the stuff? First I want to make certain it is qualified as food and not something manufactured by machines and passed on as food.
To me food is anything that I can pick from a tree, dig out of the ground, hunt/trap, shoot or kill myself, whether domesticated or wild, or from the sea or river, or pond. I would then prepare it almost ceremonially. That is I would bleed it, if it is to be bled as I believe the soul of the animal is in the blood. If it is from the ground I would roast it, boil it or bake it. It would not need any salt or pepper AND I would savor its natural taste. Then I would give thanks and partake of its life-sustaining substances.
I would not even be strange in this modus operandi as most healthy places and regions of the world have either retained or adopted this method. Even so called backward and undeveloped regions have stuck to this method of life, and have enjoyed a much better life, devoid of cancers and sicknesses of the developed world.
Observe most animals that are below us on the food chain and see if they have store houses of foods preserved with chemicals and poisons.
Observe a cat that catches a mouse and see him playing/interacting with it before eating it. Could the reasons be that he wants to make sure it is good and healthy to eat?
Observe if the catch appears to not moving or sick it may not be eaten! Many a creature has learned to play possum (play dead) to avoid being eaten by other animals.
Observing this makes me realize that dead foods in tins, cans, on shelves for weeks, months or years, or frozen, in preserving chemicals, staying red when it had been butchered days before; could not be right nor good for me.
Take me back to the days when the local butcher would tell the community he is killing a cow Sunday morning. Take me back to the days when I could go buy my chicken from the local chicken guy, take me back to the times when I could interact with my food, knowing exactly what I am getting, whether from the neighborhood or from myself, and not some Puss in a bag.
Failure to do so and the inability to enact such, may render me tricked and bamboozled to think the poison I am eating is actually food.
So who cares you might say, I am surviving anyway. Then this article is not for you. Go on surviving. I have survived prostate cancer and did you know most cancers are linked to the food you eat? Cancer is a disease that swings a slow and debilitating death. If this is what you want fine, but if not I suggest you examine your food, or at least interact with it knowing its production, package, and storage. See more information in THE REAL REASONS WE DIE in a previous blog.
The lesson here is that social media friends and internet interactions may not be the real mackoy because there is no human interaction. This phenomenon has seriously moved away from what some of us know as normal. Traditionally foods have been procured in a certain way and fashion, we have moved away from that seriously. This couldn’t be the way we were meant to live and eat. It is no wonder we have seen the recent advent and proliferation of NATURAL FOODS STORES.
One final note: A lot of people today only eat from these stores.
One final wish: Eat good and good health to you.
Read my personal survival story in Prostate Cancer And Me…Or You, The Two Stages,(Man To Man) and inspirational remarks in Its On Now and The face of faces at this link: Amazon Author Central.
Till tomorrow walk good and pack light.