My friend Ro is visiting for a couple days this week on her drive from Washington State to Washington, D.C. Ro and I were friends when we both lived in that area, and after nearly 10 years of living in Canada, California, Mexico and Washington State, she is returning there.
I am very thankful to have friends all over the globe. Even though I don't see them often, it's lovely when we do get a chance to get together, the chemistry is just there.
Anyway, recently Ro has found out that she can't eat gluten, dairy or any foods that are fermented or aged (no cheese or wine). And as she talked to me about it we found that even though our issues with food are different, we have both become interested in the history of food and examining how people eat. We want to learn more.
In Ro's situation, eating organic isn't really great for her. She needs the pesticides to kill the molds that make her sick. Then she has a special wash to get the stuff off the food. But like me, she often goes through moods where she wants to eat like everyone else, like she used to. And every time she does, she figures out that although her brain may appreciate the shots of seratonin and dopamine, her body, particularly her digestive system, doesn't at all appreciate it.
Drugging the mind and ruining the body...
So, we sat last night and talked for hours. It was lovely. She's here for one more night before she carries on to her final destination. I hope to get out east to see her when she gets settled in her new place sooner rather than later.