Food as an indicator of past lives
Feb 16th, 2009 by Dani
Yesterday was a bottling day again here at chez KP.
tomato sauce and salsa
While I labelled the results this afternoon and found some room in the pantry, I contemplated the potential meaning behind my ridiculous levels of self satisfaction, safety and comfort, when viewing a shelf full of bottled food. DId I die of starvation in a depression or famine in a previous life? Did I live somewhere isolated and extreme where ample food storage was essential to life during the winter months? Or do I just have an overdeveloped Laura Ingalls complex*? Whatever it is, it sure is making the pantry full.
Can you have a guess at your past lives based on your feelings about food?
*The desire, which commences at a young age to actually be, Laura Ingalls Wilder
Lol - love this! Shall I just call you Laura from now on?
If I had to guess about past lives and food, I would have to say that I’m quite confused. Can’t decide whether I’d be a medieval monk, or a Venetian whore during the Renaissance. Brown rice competes with fine champagne and chocolate truffles.
I suspect they both had a fair bit in common actually - namely a penchant for a tipple. Or two.
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Hey Laura, lucky no-one at your house is allergic to tomatoes LOL! I’m so envious.
You can call me Laura, Docwitch. It could be worse. When I was a child I also desperately wanted to be Little Lord Fauntleroy. I know, I know. Perhaps you were a medieval whore? or a Venetian monk? Or a monk with lax morals? Interesting point, I like a tipple to much to be Laura Ingalls but LLF’s grandfather did have gout, probably tipple related.
Maria that would be an interesting scenario! I wish I had enough bottled to get us through to next winter but no hope of that. I just wish we’d had a better tomato season so that I could have grown them all myself.
I don’t know about Laura, but when I’m cooking in bulk, sewing or working in the veggie patch I channel her mother, Caroline.
Yep, call me ‘Ma’.
(Actually, don’t. It sounds awful!! But I DO think of her when I’m making things stretch…)
Ma really does sound awful doesn’t it Frogdancer? I used to call my mother Ma to drive her crazy
I’m too feisty to be Caroline, I’ll stick with Laura.
Funny, I thought I was the only one who felt like that! When I was planting potatoes for the first time, ever in my life, while living in New Zealand, I swear I felt something stir within me that linked me right back to my Irish Ancestors. Same with when I ride a horse…my great-grandfather was a gaucho in Argentina and I feel it in my blood (even though I’m learning to ride as an adult!)
HDR
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Wow HDR, an Irish Gaucho! I love that mix. I love that sense of connectedness to what has been. The world would be in a much better way if more people felt that IMO.