“One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.”- Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own
True dat, VW! I can’t even muster the energy to be a pleasant person if I haven’t had a decent meal. Eating well, to me, means feeding your body with delicious food made from quality ingredients. Usually that means following food guru, Michael Pollan‘s advice:
Eat food. (That means real, unpackaged, minimally processed, honest to goodness food.)
Not too much. (Eat until you’re satisfied, not until the top button flies off your pants.)
Mostly plants. (Lots of, but not necessarily exclusively, fruits, vegetables, legumes, whole grains, etc.)
In my mind, eating well has nothing to do with deprivation, and everything to do with nourishment that feeds all the senses. I love the sound of something sizzling in a pan, the sight of beautiful produce, the feeling of kneading just-risen dough, all the enticing aromas that come out of the kitchen, and of course, I love to taste wonderful things. Most of what I write on this blog is about the food I make at home for my family. I think sharing a meal with loved ones is most-assuredly eating well.