God Gave You Two Brains. Do You Use Both?
Have I ever mentioned how much I hate to cook? If I haven't, I'd be really surprised. I say it often. In fact, I've said it so often, that at one point, my husband fired me from cooking for the family.
It's true. Although he did do it nicely. He offered me a deal I couldn't refuse. "You keep the kitchen clean" he said, and then promised, "I'll do all the cooking." What fool wouldn't jump on that? Especially since, at the time, we had four young children and I owned and ran a small business.
Mistakenly, I took his offer as a sign of his love and appreciation. When I excitedly thanked him with a kiss on the cheek, the truth fell out: "I'm just tired of the [expletive] you've been feeding us."
He was right -- it was bad. My motto at the time, "If I can't nuke it, or pick it up in a hit-an-run, we don't eat it." When asked, what do you want for dinner? My children would call out names of their favorite restaurants rather than actual food.
His cooking and my cleaning arrangement only lasted until I closed my business to take care of our growing family full time. Once back on my own, and without the means or excuses for eating out all the time, I began complaining again -- this time to the neighbor.
She didn't offer me the same deal.
However, she did make me her pet project. Her new goal in life: Teach me to cook and love it. She only partially succeeded. Much to my family's delight, she taught me how to cook venison, make homemade pizza and twice baked potatoes. But most of all, she showed me the happy faces of my children around a dinner table.
After expressing my sentiments on cooking to a recent houseguest, she looked at me in total disbelief. In fact, if she wasn't such a lady, she might have called me a liar.
She may be right, and I just really didn't notice the change. Preparing food for my family has taken on a completely different meaning now. It has become a life saving medicine for my husband, and a new way for me to see God's provisional hand in every area of our lives. Taking extra pains to be sure we have meals that are as rich in nutrients as they are in flavor has become a small pleasure.
In this week's reading of Jordan S. Rubin's The Maker's Diet I realized why what we eat, and eating together, actually brought joy to a drudgery I hated. The author has a scientific explanation:
We all have a "second brain" in our gut that controls more than we think.