I've linked to these comments by Edward Espe Brown in a previous post about food.
Remember this part?
"A group of us would eat sixteen, eighteen, twenty half slices of bread, the equivalent of eight to ten full slices, and this was not light and airy but homemade, chewy, dense bread, plus gobs of spread. And very few people gained weight. Perhaps all those calories got burned up in the frenzy to eat more, though I was working pretty long hours, too."Maybe those monks were part Squirrel.
Sometimes thinking about cooking is a necessary distraction. The past season in the Treehouse has not been without its confusions and stresses, and sometimes working out a grocery list or blogging about a recipe is a safe and fairly undemanding thing to do. Jan Karon agreed with that in the last Mitford book: "Let Esther bake," Father Tim advised.
There are people out there who might begrudge even our blogging forays into the pleasures or details of what we eat. Surely there are bigger things to consider in this life.
But then I read this reminder from Ed:
"Come to your senses. It is not the things of this world, be they chocolate or brown rice, that lead you astray. Losing your way comes from giving no mind to what is present while chasing after imaginary pleasures which are illusive and unobtainable. To wake up is to know what is already yours."