Yesterday’s all-you-can-eat sushi reminded me how much I love a good variety of sushi (especially nigiri) and why I rarely go (I can put away a good more than I should). Here in Reno, sushi is evasive. Particularly the phenomenon of all-you-can-eat for $12-$20. We have one of the highest densities of sushi restaurants per capita, and everybody seems to use sushi as a way to celebrate or just have a special lunch/dinner out.

As humans, we need some form of special time to spend with those we love. And we have to remember to include ourselves and our God. As I sit here typing, I’m also cherishing the unplanned 2 hour dinner yesterday, where I was able to spend time with my QSU guy. I’m also so grateful for choosing to read some books that I wanted & then spend some time in scripture this morning. I’d forgotten why Elisha was so amazing, and am still processing just how God shone through all the crazy happenings.

I’m nearing the end of Gary Paul Nabhan’s Coming Home to Eat – the pleasures and politics of local foods & find myself all the more drawn to eating food who’s source I can identify. This next step in deciding how to eat well (& economically) coincides with me getting more involved with our local *food co-operative. The things they do astound me. Gary Paul’s really clarified the importance of why we should eat food that’s been grown sustainably, and how our food choices are directly equal to our stewardship of the world. And all he does is tell his personal stories and encounters! I’m hopeless in light of a good story teller. …like Mr Jesus.

The other book that I spend my ‘me’ time on is by Chastity Bono, the apparently very vocal, lesbian daughter of Cher. (I was recently corrected that Chastity is now Chaz, and identifies as male) I had no clue when I picked it up from the thrift store. Family Outing is my story, possibly your story, and dozens of others as told by so many people Chastity has interviewed and then organized beautifully. It’s a book of stories. Tear-drawing tales of people that recount their negative and positive stories growing up, discovering themselves, and discovering their friends and especially family’s reactions. I’m at the end, hearing how the parents of previous interviewees tell their own stories. It’s been a healing book. Seeing my own quiet lack of acknowledgement and simultaneous prayers of desperation, as well as my gradual restoration and growth in myself and God in people whom I otherwise would never know does build me up. Our stories, our testimonies, our lives, are meant to be shared and only through them will others learn. (Oh, dear, I get a bit excited obviously).

In quiet honor of my attempts at food awareness and being ok with who I am, I left to write all this up with a packed lunch of a delectable soup I made from Sweet and Japanese potatoes, and a sexy scarf around my neck. Oh, the fashionable foodie that I aspire to be… Or is it a queer cook?
:D

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