Getting Back to My Roots

Getting Back to My Roots

Cooking was always an integral part of my family experience growing up. My “culinary” training was far from formal, and I wouldn’t say it was even encouraged. Yet somewhere between youth and adulthood, I managed to grasp the basic necessities of cooking.
College and my 20s morphed into few bland years of living off of black bean salsa, Hot Pockets, and hummus. Why cook when there was only one to feed? Marriage moved me back into the kitchen bit by bit, but my passion for cooking was transformed once I learned I was pregnant. Some pregnant women read parenting books. I worked my way through holistic nutrition books and rediscovered the beauty–and necessity–of wholesome food.
Once I read “The Unhealthy Truth” by Robyn O’Brien, the scales fell off my eyes, and the world as I knew changed. I realized no matter how modern my life had become, I had to turn back the clock to a simpler time in order to truly nourish my body and soul.
And so, all things old became new again. Out came the cast iron skillets inherited from my grandmother. The backyard was tilled and filled with herbs and heirloom vegetables. A chicken coop was installed nearby and populated with a flock of feathered friends who kept us company and provided daily eggs for meals.
In spring we planted, in summer we weeded, and in fall we preserved using the canning methods passed down for generations. It seemed so nouveau and quaint at the time, but looking back I can see it was simply going back to our roots. Something we were called to do, just like all the others who have devoted their spare time and passions to creating an incredible local food movement across Western North Carolina and the South.

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