I'm allergic to ice cream. It makes me fat.

It goes like this: We eat for energy. Everything has energy, and the stuff we eat is energy. That's why we eat it. The Eastern mythologies talk about chi and different kinds of energy. The Hindus have Karma. I think that, when we raise food unnaturally, it creates a bad sort of energy. Bad chi. Bad karma. And when you eat it, that bad energy is passed into your system. Sometimes, it makes you sick. If you figure it out, you call it an allergy. I think most people don't figure it out, though. Most people just feel sort of blah all of the time and get used to it. We get fat and stuff. We get there so gradually, we barely notice.

To muddy the waters, though, I think there are people who aren't really allergic, whose bodies actually deal quite well with all of the bad chi, but people crave attention, so they make up allergies or exaggerate their symptoms for attention. And you never know who is for real!

Although, maybe it doesn't matter. We shouldn't have to deal with this at all.


The eggs we sell are so absolutely wonderful tasting compared to store eggs. They are just so yummy. It makes no sense to me at all, because we don't do anything special for these chickens. They don't have their own spa out back, you know. They're just eggs. And the same goes for the veggies from the garden. It makes me wonder just how bad is the food from the middle aisles of the grocery store? The packaged food? What the heck is going on?

I'm sort of afraid to think about it.

The title of this entry is a quote from Grandma Ruth.