But You Move Me Honey, Yes You Do

Dried chick peas in the crock pot, or slow-cooker if you're fancy, along with smoked turkey necks, onion, tomato, garlic and thyme and then covered with water or broth.  I used Better than Bouillon.  Of course, salt, pepper, chili flakes, bay leaves and cumin.  Set on high for 6 hours and go live your life because your work here is done.  Seriously, this felt medicinal going down, as far as nourishment and fulfillment.  This is for when you need something real.  Real food.   

If I was smarter, I'd freeze half of these types of dishes because reality is wonderful, but in smaller doses, or in this case, portions.

After eating all this truth, one will likely crave some fantasy food, like pizza or something like loaded french fries or deluxe nachos.

It's the same with life in ways.  Like this nutritious soup, you come across some work whether it be actual or spiritual, whatever, and you go through it with vigor, make a little movement in your personal migration and then there's a break.  During that gap, that space where nothing is really happening other than you are resting up but awake, noticing the world, smelling smells, watching people, listening to the birds, feeling the sun on your face.  During that time you may need desperately to let go of all of it and get moved, get wrecked, notice lightness and silliness.  It's then that I think loaded fries are essential foods.