Nice and Slim wrote:
> http://lowfatcooking.about.com/od/ho...p/newyearsreci

Instead of worrying about what we eat between Christmas and New Year's,
we should be worrying about what we eat between New Year's and Christmas.


Becca

"Becca" > wrote in message
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> Nice and Slim wrote:
>> http://lowfatcooking.about.com/od/ho...p/newyearsreci
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> Instead of worrying about what we eat between Christmas and New Year's, we
> should be worrying about what we eat between New Year's and Christmas.

LOL you got that right)

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Ophelia wrote:
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> "Becca" > wrote in message
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>> Nice and Slim wrote:
>>> http://lowfatcooking.about.com/od/ho...p/newyearsreci
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>> Instead of worrying about what we eat between Christmas and New
>> Year's, we should be worrying about what we eat between New Year's and
>> Christmas.
>
> LOL you got that right)
>

Nah. Worry about food is counterproductive. Make healthy eating some
chore we have to endure, and it becomes harder to do it. (I know, y'all
were mostly joking, but the whole food-is-the-enemy thing is just
something that makes my teeth itch.)

Serene

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I believe they have the right to go to hell in the handbasket of their
choosing." -- Pat Kight, on alt.polyamory

"Serene Vannoy" > wrote in message
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> Ophelia wrote:
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>> "Becca" > wrote in message
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>>> Nice and Slim wrote:
>>>> http://lowfatcooking.about.com/od/ho...p/newyearsreci
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>>> Instead of worrying about what we eat between Christmas and New Year's,
>>> we should be worrying about what we eat between New Year's and
>>> Christmas.
>>
>> LOL you got that right)
>>
>
> Nah. Worry about food is counterproductive. Make healthy eating some chore
> we have to endure, and it becomes harder to do it. (I know, y'all were
> mostly joking, but the whole food-is-the-enemy thing is just something
> that makes my teeth itch.)

Yes of course I was joking, but she did have a point Why worry about a
few days eating, when we are eating for the rest of the year))


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On Tue, 29 Dec 2009 13:58:10 -0600, Becca > wrote:

>Nice and Slim wrote:
>> http://lowfatcooking.about.com/od/ho...p/newyearsreci
>
>Instead of worrying about what we eat between Christmas and New Year's,
>we should be worrying about what we eat between New Year's and Christmas.
>
>
>Becca

Very true, and with the abundance of food available in the US we
should worry more about what not to eat.

Ophelia wrote:
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> "Becca" wrote:
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>> Nice and Slim wrote:
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>>> http://lowfatcooking.about.com/od/ho...p/newyearsreci
>>
>>
>> Instead of worrying about what we eat between Christmas and New
>> Year's, we should be worrying about what we eat between New Year's and
>> Christmas.
>
>
> LOL you got that right)
>

Just thought i would toss this in cause i have it on file ....

The ceremony of this long night of the year...

Marked by time. And Seasons.

Now we come to the end of the old year, well fed we rest the death of
the Sun.

Winter, where we draw with in. We rest we breath in this long night
of
the year. And perform the ancient homage, with a harvest, a feast, a
death and a birth, resurrection.

The ceremony of which begins, ritualistically and ceremoniously in
North
America with the All hallows eve, Halloween through the liturgy of
Halloween to Thanksgiving, Christmas, Easter.

This is an expression of an age old phenomena. We humans
instinctually
mark the Seasons.

In much of the modern world it is understood better than at any other
time in history and yet means the least now more than ever before.

We mark time more fanatically then we ever could before, pico seconds
of
sub atomic decay.

And it means less than it ever did.

Time and the passage of the Seasons has been dethroned from its
mythic
place, in a relative universe, replaced with the freedom, nay, right!
to
be selfish in a meaningless, relativistic universe.

These seasonal rituals used to mark the passage of time in Modern
America perhaps could stand some review.

Especially the confusion surrounding the end of summer beginning of
fall
"harvest rituals".

Halloween and Thanksgiving.

In many cultures a harvest is gathered in and this is celebrated with
a
great feast.

In a large culture this harvest may take some time and so the feast
of
it may come as much as a month or so later, after the harvest is
safely
taken in.

In modern America, Halloween is easily seen as a kind of mock or
ritual
harvest. All the "trick or treaters" running all over the place
gathering up as much "food" as they can of the natural abundance at
that
moment of it ceremonially offered by the world to them.

In many parts of the world a recognition of the dead is given a
holiday,
and even Americas Halloween contains and all but forgotten All
Hallows
Eve aspect to it.

All Saints Day is instituted to honour all the saint's, known and
unknown, an honoring of the dead, for we all were and all are saints
of
the Corpus Christi and, according to Urban IV, to supply any
deficiencies in the faithful's celebration of saints' feasts during
the
year.

Trick or treat?

The harvest has been taken in, we are fed, the Saints propitiated
with
the harvest sacrifice.

Now we wait.

In dread?

Huddled in caves or mesa structures, deep buried in the stone marked
with the arrow of time.

Our Sun dies. Our Father dies, our mother dies, the cold and darkness
come, eternally to cover us in cold and hunger.

And year after year, the Sun is reborn, our Mother Earth and Father
Sky
live again in light and warmth and abundance.

Century after century, aeon after aeon, the relentless passage of
time
is marked and propitiated and after some 5 - 10,000 years we come to
a
point where we still ritualistically mark this passage of our Sun and
its seasons, but with no meaning beyond that of a passage of time.

The seasons no longer instruct us, as much as we want our food to be
seasonal, we, moderns are not.

Nor should our being being in tune with the great seas pacific swoon
when we are trying to manage a family and a career?

Thousands of years ago the seasons instructed us, in spring and
summer
we were active and in fall and winter we hibernated amidst the
abundance
of the sleeping land. Till it inevitably awoke and fed and warmed
and
clothed us once again.

Now a days every one is so cut off from the land and its seasons that
any sense of a natural rhythm to life is lost in the modern hustle
for
'success'.

Even those lucky few moderns who have retreated to or been forced to
live a more rural existence are ruled by the mechanized rhythms of a
sped up mercantilism.

The farmer and his futures crop.

The Big Sur author or artist with a mortgage on a little piece of
heaven.

All slaved to the clock and the abysmal rhythm of 24/7 you are never
off.

Never rest, always hunt, always produce, the never ending ceaseless
rhythm of survival, predator or prey, the seasons no longer instruct
us,
they mock us with unceasing vigor the new myth says we must imitate,
and
be unceasing in our labor to "enrich the trillion dollar opulence
drenched in blood and tears and stretching back in history."

Those primitive peoples exposed to more modern ways of thinking are
inevitably seduced by it. Or forced to bow before its gods of wood
and
stone.

While we may look back fondly on some native innocence the abject
fear
and poverty of ignorance of something so basic as the astronomical
certainty of sunrise and season change that no wayward deity dies and
is
resurrected but rather an billion upon billion of years process is
remorselessly .....

...."Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way

Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired of lieing in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but your older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the english way
The time is gone the song is over, thought I'd something more to say."
--
Mr. Joseph Littleshoes Esq.

Domine, dirige nos.
Let the games begin!
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