More thoughts on food

In the year long preparation for living and traveling full time on the road, i have become comfortable with two basic staples, Quinoa and Tempeh, in my diet that provide for my need of carbohydrates and proteins and satisfies my particular taste preferences. Adding vegetables, fruits, and nuts (and water, of course) provides me with a nutritionally adequate, albeit basic, diet to suit my minimalist lifestyle.

Quinoa: After cooking, which is the way i prepare it for eating, quinoa is 72% water, 21% carbohydrates, 4% protein, and 2% fat. In a 100 g (3.5 oz) serving, cooked quinoa provides 120 calories and is an excellent source of manganese and phosphorus (30% and 22% DV, respectively), and a moderate source (10-19% DV) of dietary fiber, folate, and the dietary minerals, iron, zinc, and magnesium.

Tempeh: Tempeh is a traditional soy product originating from Indonesia. It is made by a natural culturing and controlled fermentation process that binds soybeans into a cake form. It is unique among major traditional soy foods in that it is the only one that did not originate from Greater Chinese cuisine. Per 100 grams, it contains approximately 20 grams of protein, B vitamins, and minerals. Though i still eat fish and an occasional egg, Tempeh has become my choice in providing protein in my diet.

Here are some links to a few helpful articles on food…

Ideas for healthy eating

How i cook on the road

Ideas for quick and easy meals to cook on the road

How to eat healthy on the road (when you don’t have time to cook)

Letter from sycamore creek

Passing time is like a great distance traveled. The memories are fading like footsteps in the distance. I can no longer imagine the words i wrote. I can no longer feel the comfort of knowing you.

I had a dream.

We would meet again as children. Before we were broken. Before we died. The damage not undone but would never happen. The rags that wiped our tears became the garments we wore. Worn and frayed, they were our only comfort in the cold.

And when i woke, all that remained were your soft and easy words…

Tu eres el mago de mis sueños.”

The man in the hat takes a walk

The man in the hat starts each day by stretching his arms and legs with an effort that makes his whole body tremble, contorts his face, and causes him to utter a rejoicing that is most befitting that effort.

Today the man in the hat takes a walk.

He walks east and after three days he comes upon a bench and sits down.

As he sits, a stirring wells up within him to know himself. He is at once alone but everything to himself, potential filled with both calm and ecstasy.

He was at rest. And in moments he was asleep.

In three days he woke. And seated next to him on the bench was another man.

When the man in the hat turned to look at this other man, the other man turned to look at him and said, “I am here to observe you.”

“Alone, you can not know yourself. So i will observe you and by looking at me you will know yourself. I am the womb and the spirit through which we will experience all our possibilities.”

The man in the hat does not respond, nor does he react, to the other man. He simply smiles.

Now the two rise and walk together toward the east and after three days come upon a bench and sit down. They embrace and fall asleep.

The hat

There was a man.

Sometimes the man’s head would feel cold.

And the man would put on his hat.

The hat warmed his head.

One day the man lost his hat.

He started walking in search of his hat.

In the search for his hat, the man met many other men.

And he would ask each of them if they had found his hat.

But without answering they would only look at him with a puzzled expression.

Dismayed by his inability to find his hat, he sat beneath a tree and thought.

And his thoughts soon turned to dreams.

In his dreams, the man saw himself walking in search of his hat.

When he woke from his sleep, the man stood, stretched, removed his hat, scratched his scalp, looked to the sky, smiled, put his hat back on his head, and started walking home.

Nebraska

I searched the sky for a sign of you and i came across a cloud of smoke.

You died before i could tell you.

Do you remember how we sat on the cold stone below the skyscrapers and ate our lunch together. And you listened sweetly with a smile as i dreamed of living on that homestead in Nebraska.

Well i’m almost there, Frances. Almost there.

A guy walks into this bar, gets a haircut and a lesson in civics.

After a detour into Colorado, i was back on 80 headed west. My first ride took me from Cheyenne to Rawlins where i was dropped off in town – right in front of a bar.

It was bright and sunny that afternoon. And as quiet as things were in town, that bar seemed like a good place to sit for a bit, have a beer, and relax before getting back on the road.

I opened the door to the bar and stood there for a moment while my eyes adjusted to the darkness inside.

And then, at the precise moment the place came into focus, the group of cowboys standing at the bar all turned toward the open door, straining to adjust to the blinding light pouring in from the street.

Oh shit, i thought to myself, this no longer seems like a good idea.

With two steps back and a turn to my left, i was gone. I was a few doors down the street before i was able to turn and see that no one had left the bar after me.

When i came upon a barbershop i decided to go inside and get a haircut.

Though there were four or five people already in the shop, i was first up and invited to sit down as the barber got up from his chair.

Unlike every other barber shop i had ever been in, this one was quiet. No jokes or talk about the weather. Everyone there was glued to the television set that sat on a shelf high on the wall near the corner of the room.

It was the slowest haircut i’ve ever had. It seemed like an eternity between snips of the barber’s shears. Everyone watched in silence and disbelief as Senator Dirksen coaxed a disturbing truth from the witnesses that day in May of 1973.