I’ve been wanting to write more about food on this here blog. Mostly this is because I love eating; it’s something I do practically every day! But I guess I hesitated to write about food, simply because I didn’t feel any inspiration… until I read this book!
A dear friend recently gifted me The Hunger Games. I’m not sure how many of you are big readers out there, but presumably if you can find the time to read this blog, then you can spend a straight day and a half (as I did) enveloping this book. Not only is it a compelling read, but it deals with some pretty socially-relevant themes, one of the most potent being its treatment of how the rich and the poor relate to food.
This book provides a troubling and powerful description of near starvation and the continuous struggle to procure food. It also contrasts this brilliantly with the decadent and hedonistic way in which food is used (and wasted) by the privileged few. It made me feel like I should be doing way more to produce my own food, and also way less in the way of wasting the food that I buy. And so, that’s what I’m gonna do!
Whether to end in success or shame, I’m gonna make an effort to waste less and appreciate more the food that I have. I haven’t yet gotten into gardening (mainly because I can barely keep house plants alive) but I hope someday soon to follow my the example of my green-thumbed friends and plant some veggies in the back yard.
The Hunger Games might be a fictional story, but it’s inspired me to seriously consider the trajectory of my food choices. I honestly feel that this kind of storytelling is one of the best ways to communicate ideas that can change people’s lives. And besides, without fiction I could never be a shooting star who receives mail from an owl and hangs out with an armoured bear.