Meet your meat
On so many levels, I am glad that the “food revolution” has begun to sink in. I surely wouldn’t say that everyone has signed on, nor do I believe there’s been enough of a revolution (that’s the anarchist in me I suppose), but I am personally glad I don’t seem like such a crank now. Lots more work needs to be done: lots more movies and books, lots more profitable small farms, lots more awareness, period, that our food system is neither sustainable nor particularly healthy. In Elisabeth Kubler-Ross’ steps, I would say that we’re still collectively in Denial, maybe moving toward Anger.
Having run through all those steps myself, I do wonder what the next collective level of awareness will be. Don’t you? The food revolution, at the very least, has a tasty payoff. Living life with less of what we have because, well, we’ll have to, is not something so easily changed, like just replacing our lightbulbs. There’s lots of other half steps that will need to be taken, lots more bargaining, depression and finally acceptance.
But I still wonder what will be next. I do foresee the day when my grandchildren or maybe our great-grandkids marvel at the idea that we flush perfectly drinkable water down our toilets. There is so much in our world that is good, but so much more that is simply wasteful and wantonly short-sighted. And that is it, I suppose. We were in the dark for so long about our food: what else are we ignorant of? What surprises lie ahead for us as individuals, as a society? And, perhaps more importantly, what are we going to do about it?