Wednesday, November 5, 2014

Coconut, Coconut, Coconut!


Coconut, coconut, coconut.

Coconut has changed my life to the core. Considering how much coconut is in my diet now,  I may one day become a coconut tree. If this were the case, I'd be helping a lot of folks with their health.

It was a long road to this point, though. As a child, I used to turn my head at the white birthday cakes with that sugary-sweet, sticky, creamy icing and tiny shards of cardboard shavings sprinkled on top. Indeed, it took decades before I developed a happy connection with coconut. I had no one to guide me.

I remember the first coconut water that I sipped from an actual coconut. It was 1988, and I was on my honeymoon, riding Maui's Sugar Cane Train in the sweltering hot Hawaiian sun. The novelty of the ride and location, combined with the presentation of this drink overcame my resistance, and I sipped from the straw, oh-so cautiously. At the time, I was drinking mainly fruit juice and carbonated soda drinks, so this low calorie, unsweetened beverage was too bland for my taste buds to appreciate at the time, even in Hawaii.

That seems so long ago, so far away. Sometimes it takes several attempts at something new before it grabs you.

Because I have been working in a natural food store for most of the last decade, I've had the opportunity to try many varieties of coconut products. How lucky for me. I have liked them all, but some more than others. I pay attention to the quality of ingredients, their preparation, and how they've been stored. I prefer those with low-sodium, natural sugar and no added flavorings. These products feel good on a deep level, as if my body knows they are beneficial. Most of the buzz these days about coconut water touts its natural electrolytes, which are noteworthy for post-workout recovery. However, I mainly like to use it as a base for my morning smoothies. Its yang energy in the summer months helps me melt off those inevitable five pounds that I put on during the colder months.

In the winter, it's all-out coconut milk for me. The yin energy helps me to feel satisfied and keeps me warm. Again, I choose the unflavored, unsweetened kind, so I can add my own stevia or xylitol if I want a little more healthy sweetness. When I add cocoa powder and organic vanilla extract to the blender, I get the beginnings of a wonderful morning smoothie.

I make a point to eat one to four teaspoon of coconut oil every day. At 4.5 g of fat per serving, it's my go-to topping for hot toast, with or without the jam. I melt a teaspoon of coconut butter on cooked rice to add a sweet nutty taste to my plate. And I adore eating fresh local eggs cooked gently in a teaspoon of good quality coconut oil. When I drizzle a teaspoon of coconut oil on a simple baked sweet potato, I've created a happy meal fit for the Queen.

As a topical treatment it makes an extraordinary massage oil. And, its high Vitamin E content makes it effective for treating minor sunburn. Who knew?

The better quality coconut oils have pure ingredients and, when left unrefined, have a long shelf life of up to 7 years. It is one of the most stable oils and is highly resistant to rancidity. Curiously, coconut oil forms a butter when the temperature falls below 70ºF.

I cannot conclude my happy affair with coconut without mentioning that in my morning shower I like to pull coconut oil through my teeth. Does this sound strange? This ritual starts my day in a healthy way, removing toxins and bacteria that have collected during the night. It remineralizes my tooth enamel, and reduces inflamed gum tissue. Sounds weird, doesn't it?

Yeah, well, I say Go Coconut! :-)





Friday, October 10, 2014

Batatas


Today I read that in 2013 the average American consumed 147 pounds of potatoes - but a paltry seven pounds of sweet potatoes. And I also read that sweet potatoes rank first as the most nutritious of all vegetables, and by a long shot. How can this be?
I suspected that the reason was because of something spiteful in our history, a myth-ful way of thinking that we have been continuing, long beyond its usefulness. I was right. 

So God visits Adam and Eve and says, "I'll provide you with a food that is delicious, nutritious, and easy to grow.

Friday, July 11, 2014

Green Tomatoes

Yes, I'm talking to you, Green Tomatoes. God knows, I'd heard of you, cause of that 1991 movie with Kathy Bates as Evelyn Couch. But, Southerner that I am, I somehow never tasted immature green tomatoes until plump and sun-ripened, all crimson and tender. Granted this was a daily ritual, with S  & P and mayo, of course, all delicately arranged beside cornbread, with lima beans and rice and oh-my-god shrimp boiled in beer.  Et voila: a perfect summer ritual, deliciously satisfying and comfortingly familiar. I can always depend on the ripened crimson you to bring a meal alive. But how different I am cause of you in your immature green state. I am amazed.

When I was--finally, at long last, and quite recently--served you green, in the deep-South tradition

Friday, June 13, 2014

Blueberries


The other day I was pondering about food, and wondering to myself, of all the foods there are in the world, what is my very most favorite food of all? What is the quintessential food that brings more joy and delight than any other? Without hesitation came the response: Blueberries! I wondered what loving words a blueberry might have for me, its greatest fan.
So i imagined up a lovely and bountiful bowl of blueberries. "Blueberries, speak to me! What do you have to say? What is it at your essence that brings such merriment to my heart, not only when I consume you, but even when I think of you?" And lo and behold, the bowl of blueberries spoke back! 

Blueberries: I am the spirit of the Violet Flame, all folded upon itself, twisted and curled up like the dried leaves of gunpowder tea, a teeny tiny sparkle of stellar joy. Upon contact with your teeth I burst forth colorful bioflavonoids,

Thursday, June 12, 2014

Holy Basil


As I walked along a path in the herbal garden, I picked a green leaf from its hairy stem and felt the gentle presence of the Holy Basil in my hand. "What am I to know about this plant?" I wondered to myself.


Surprised, I heard a gentle whispered response, clear as day: "That I am here to take you to the quiet place, your calm center of peaceful dreams."

I looked around, but I was alone. Alone with my thoughts. And thoughts that were not my own.

I took the Holy Basil into my mouth and chewed on it. The slight tickle of its clove-like taste awoke my tongue. It was soon delicate and moist between my teeth.

"Yes, enjoy me. I will take you where you want to go. Now go lie down!" she commanded,