One of the nicest things about this diet is that my ‘fridge looks so happy. With they’re just being the two of us, my ‘fridge is rarely full. Only at Christmas or when I’m having people over. Which I hardly ever do. So most of the time my ‘fridge is a sad little thing with great yawning empty gaps between the shelves. The hum that comes from my ‘fridge isn’t just the cooling system working. It’s a cry for help. Fill me. Feed me. Feed me NOW!
Well on Paleo you have to cook fresh food most days. Well, you don’t have to. But it tends to be a diet which requires constant shopping, cooking and washing up. You need to be organised. And that means – hurrah! A full ‘fridge most of the time.
Groaning with goodies
So now my ‘fridge resembles my Christmas ‘fridge. Absolutely groaning with goodies. Bits of food half finished and wrapped up in clingfilm or foil for later. Food prepared ahead of time and just waiting to be grabbed and eaten.
You ever noticed on some American sitcoms and dramas how people are forever reaching into massive ‘fridges, overloaded with goodies, and pulling out a piece of cooked chicken then chewing on it?
How do they do that I’ve often wondered. Keep their ‘fridges so full? Yes yes I know. It’s the props boys and girls who do it for them and most of it probably isn’t real food. But I’ve seen ‘fridges like that in the homes of some of my friends, many of whom are like me, just part of a couple, no further family. Yet their ‘fridges are always packed.
Now I’m not an affluent person by any means. Trust me, it’s a minor miracle every month when the mortgage gets paid. But to me, a full ‘fridge represents affluence. Abundance. A feeling of safety and security. I like having a full ‘fridge because I can kid myself I’m one of those affluent beings who always has plenty food in the house.
A well-stocked store cupboard, a full vegetable rack, various types of food dressed and undressed; cooked or waiting to be cooked. Casserole dishes covered in foil, waiting to be reheated and relished.
Food food everywhere
The only time this is usually the case for me is just after I’ve done my ‘big’ Christmas shop. One year we had so much stuff I had to keep it in various places around the house, the tiny hallway outside the kitchen (I dream of a corridor) a full salmon in the shed. (We don’t have a freezer). Vegetables on a rack by the back door.
Now I’m not quite at that stage yet but I’m close to it. My kitchen isn’t entirely groaning with Christmas-style abundance but it’s a happening kitchen. So is my ‘fridge. This is a place where food lives.
Sweet smells fill the house
Now I eat ‘proper’ food, ie food that has to be bought, prepared and then cooked, the house is often full of gorgeous smells wafting into each room. Real food doesn’t just look better and taste better. It smells better too.
Whether it’s sausages, bacon, steak or chicken, I cook every day now, often more than once a day. And the house smells delicious. How could I ever have eaten any other way?
Sure it’s more bother but it’s worth it. I feel so much more fulfilled and self actualised. Heck if I lose any more weight at all, that’ll just be a bonus.
Have a happening Tuesday.