Sunday, November 20, 2005
Throughout the years I've met people here and there who have been into macrobiotics. Yaakov calls them macropsychotics.
One time we had this macro family over for shabbos, and I cooked a little differently for them. I made some squash and a pareve cholent, but I also served organic root beer. The husband gave his wife such a look when she drank some. "You know you have a cold because of too much sweet food," he admonished.
I dunno. I've always been attracted to it. When I lived in Brooklyn, I was a member of the Park Slope Food Co-op. There was a macrobiotic cookbook I would peruse while waiting on line (forever) to check out. I think it was called "The Self-Healing Cookbook." Even just reading about the food and the cooking is calming.
A friend just gave me a macrobiotic book. It's along the same lines of another book I have about macrobiotic pregnancies. Same authors. "Don't get any ideas," Yaakov warned. I don't even know how I could shift my family into eating that way, even if I wanted to. I know frum Jews who are into macrobiotics, but I don't know how I could do it. I put the book in my bathroom.
Every time I'm in there, I'm thinking about brown rice and kombu.