tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9417408.post6494098780383134546..comments2007-10-01T19:19:09.180-07:00Jasminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15571676029117768626noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9417408.post-84041013083321518212007-10-01T19:19:00.000-07:002007-10-01T19:19:00.000-07:00lol, I flippin' love you Jenny! I'm not sleeping, but dozing a bit...hoping the clacking of my fingers against the keys is actually turning into something intelligible.<BR/><BR/>Thanks for the book suggestion (I've been meaning to read more Kingsolver) and beautiful story.<BR/><BR/>And I know what you mean about thrashing against/sinking into traditional gender roles...I feel very schizo about that. We've been sent such mixed messages as women (about what we "should" be doing with ourselves), and I don't want to fall into the lie of believing that I have to be superwoman (i.e. Claire Huxtable, the perfect wife, mom, hostess, lawyer, and housekeeper) and do it all. But I don't want to sell myself short either.<BR/><BR/>Okay, I'm done with this long comment! See you soon lady!Jasminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15571676029117768626noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9417408.post-2816467403534218532007-10-01T18:20:00.000-07:002007-10-01T18:20:00.000-07:00Such a good post... you should really read that book "Animal, Vegetable, Miracle." It has jolted me into remembrance that food comes from the earth- hello! :) It makes me feel much more connected to the earth and to people, and also makes me feel much more vulnerable and fragile. The earth could easily stop feeding me, except for globalization... and even then, maybe..?!<BR/><BR/>But anyway what I was going to say is my Dad always tells me this story about some people in the Middle East, I don't know if it's a nomadic tribe or lots of Arabs/MEers in general, but he always told me how they would cross the entire desert fasting. They would never eat alone on the journey because eating together was very sacred. Eating together is communal by nature... harvesting, preparing, sharing, nourishing. It can't happen apart from community. Sometimes I want to thrash against traditional gender roles ("Tom, do the freakin laundry," haha), but sometimes like you I am so glad for the peaceful, therapeutic, super ordinary activities like cooking, gardening, caring for people... Not that guys can't or don't do these things, but that deliberate, nurturing, loving care thing is definitely in us as women... wow this is going on forever, I feel like we are in a conversation, only you are being very quiet, Jaz are you sleeping??? zzzz :)Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06828264362440079797noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9417408.post-88614706577311984722007-10-01T06:34:00.000-07:002007-10-01T06:34:00.000-07:00Good food, when prepared with fresh ingredients and loving hands, becomes sacred when shared with family and friends.Jimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08322241868458688174noreply@blogger.com