Decluttering, Goji Berries, And Essentialism In… The Kitchen
“Why the fuck do I have goji berries?”
I mean honestly… What possible purpose do I, a Russian-Canadian living in Ontario, have for goji berries in my kitchen (and in my life)? Is there a single recipe where regular raisins would not suffice? And it’s not like the dried up hard goji berries you can buy at a health store in Canada look or taste anything like actual goji berries.
Pursuit of LESS? When all we seem to be striving for is MORE?
I started thinking about how pursuit of less could be implemented with nutrition, and eating in general. How would the essentialist eat? What would be the simple beautifuland essentialist way to eat?
And so, I started working on simplifying my kitchen too. My pantry. My fridge.
There were days when I used to have five kinds of nut butter in my pantry. And a couple of seed butters to boot. Cashew butter. Almond butter. Hazelnut butter. Cashew-almond butter.
Pumpkin seed butter.
Quality over quantity.
Selecting the best cheese you can afford.
The best chocolate.
Savouring the moments. Slowing down. Being in the present. Removing fluff. Removing distractions. Removing snacks.
Essentialist appreciates the beauty of simplicity.
Essentialist eats two to three simple meals a day. Aiming to eat at least one of those meals with his family or friends.
Essentialist continues removing the nonessential until only the essential was left.
Margarita pizza with the fresh homemade tomato sauce, high quality mozzarella and basil in season? Or overloaded thick crusted concoction with pineapples, ham and bacon piled high?
Want to make an essentialist omelet?
Select fresh eggs, use real butter, add fresh vegetables.
Instead of having four bottles of different salad dressings in the fridge, the essentialists learn how to make a basic balsamic vinaigrette that they can flavour in a myriad of ways to their heart's content. Lemon juice one day, garlic and mustard another day, and a bit of honey the third day.
Caress your taste buds. Do not hit them with a sledge hammer.
The sad truth is that when you strip away low quality food to its essentials, it does not taste very good. Cheesy greasy poutine is heavenly because it’s cheesy and greasy, not because it actually tastes very good. Our tastebuds - oh how they love all the salt and the fat!
“You must not even like fast food!”, some of my friends and clients say to me.
Why wouldn’t I?
Are health coaches genetically different from the rest of humanity?
"If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh?"
I love Chinese food. The Americanized version of Chinese food where chunks of already fatty chicken are doused in sweet sugary sauce. I love it, because it is humanely impossible not to love it.
It does not mean that it makes me feel good after. It does not mean that it lends itself to body composition I can feel good at. Then again, I have not met a single human who feels and looks fantastic on a steady diet of sesame chicken and sweet and sour balls dipped in fake plum sauce.
The author points out that by becoming an essentialist, you will stick out. You will be the weird one. (Me weird? What else is new?)
When it comes to food, I am not an essentialist. Not yet. But I strive to be a little more every day.
And I no longer have goji berries in my pantry.