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a food story

I’d like to talk about food, and eating.

Right now I eat most­ly ve­g­an, with the oc­ca­sion­al ex­cep­tion of eggs. This was not al­ways the case, and I still re­mem­ber the way that bul­go­gi taste and the tex­ture of well cooked chick­en. How­ev­er, no I wouldn’t con­sid­er eat­ing it be­cause I think the thing is dead and wouldn’t want to eat things I had not killed myself.

I’ll back up.

These things start in a rather iron­ic place. I was liv­ing in a hip­pie com­mune in north­ern Cal­i­for­nia for awhile. It was called the Domes and we lived in hous­es that were ge­o­des­ic domes built in the 1970s. Dur­ing this pe­ri­od of my life I learned a lot about what it was like to be a part of a group since there were 13 of us. One as­pect of liv­ing was that we had evening meals, and could al­ways have the op­tion of eat­ing to­geth­er. Each of us had a cook night – which we shared with one or two oth­er Domies.

I had no idea how to cook at the time. Grow­ing up, my mom was re­al­ly un­in­ter­est­ed in cook­ing and I ate a lot of ra­men and easy mac. I re­al­ized lat­er I had lac­tose in­tol­er­ance which could’ve ex­plained why I was moody a lot dur­ing high school.

Any­way, at these din­ners I pulled to­geth­er what­ev­er I could on a very lim­it­ed bud­get and skill set – some­times mak­ing tiny sand­wich­es, chick­en nuggets, what ever I could man­age. The prob­lem was, a lot of the peo­ple there were ve­g­an or veg­e­tar­i­an. This meant that the food I ate couldn’t nur­ture them, and I didn’t re­al­ly get what it was to not eat meat or dairy back then. I had no idea what they would eat … I start­ed mak­ing dif­fer­ent types of pas­ta with toma­to sauce.

One per­son in the domes had par­ents who were from In­dia and every week he made amaz­ing cur­ries. I asked him for help with cook­ing and he gave me some ad­vice about how to sea­son things. He also played the ban­jo, the flute and I de­vel­oped some type of ad­mi­ra­tion for this per­son. Around this time, the dome mate I was liv­ing with was se­ri­ous­ly de­pressed and smok­ing weed con­stant­ly. She had not ever un­packed the box­es from when we first moved in and some were packed with dirty dishes.

I dealt with this poor­ly, and be­came re­al­ly anx­ious. I did not prop­er­ly sup­port my house mate be­cause I was hav­ing re­al­ly bad men­tal health in a re­ac­tion to the mess … and her cats pee­ing in my bed.

Since my dome mate was African Amer­i­can, the com­mu­ni­ty in­ter­pret­ed my anger and anx­i­ety as racism and de­cid­ed I did not be­long in the Domes. They kicked me out and for a few days I was home­less. Just pri­or to this time, a for­mer Domie came back and helped out on one of our work days.

He was liv­ing in a city near­by but loved the com­mu­ni­ty so he came to vis­it. We be­came close friends quick­ly, and when I men­tioned that I had no place to stay – he told me I could stay with him for a few weeks. That se­mes­ter I had to take a leave of ab­sence from col­lege, to get my­self back in order.

When stay­ing with my friend, he taught me how to prop­er­ly cook. We went over how long to cook each veg­etable, I learned how to make beans, rice and all of these ba­sic things my moth­er nev­er showed me.

He even took me along to the gym and showed me how to work out, so I would be less anxious.

It’s one of the times in my life where the uni­verse has com­plete­ly saved me.

When I went back to UC­Davis the fol­low­ing se­mes­ter, it was re­al­ly dif­fi­cult to find a place to live. By com­plete co­in­ci­dence – I was drink­ing at an Irish pub on valentine’s day – and I struck up a con­ver­sa­tion with a well off cou­ple who lived in a near­by city. They said I could rent their guest room. This even­tu­al­ly be­came me liv­ing in their trail­er out­side, but they were kind to of­fer it.

About food.

Dur­ing that se­mes­ter I de­vel­oped a bit of a fas­ci­na­tion with the afore­men­tioned In­di­an boy from the Domes. Be­fore this I had not re­al­ly ex­er­cised, but he taught me how to run. When it be­came sum­mer he trav­eled off to Cana­da to lead boy scouts on ex­ten­sive treks through the wilder­ness, I sent an oc­to­pus along with him.

That sum­mer, three years ago, I was re­al­ly fo­cused on per­son­al em­pow­er­ment and try­ing to be­come a bet­ter ver­sion of my­self. I sort of want­ed to be more like my friend, who ap­pre­ci­at­ed na­ture, knew how to cook, and played music.

As part of his re­li­gion, he’d nev­er eat­en meat in his life and I de­cid­ed to try go­ing veg­e­tar­i­an for a month to see if I could do it. I start­ed think­ing about what it meant to eat meat.

I sur­vived that month, and the next year on Taco Bell’s 7 lay­er bur­ri­tos. They had no meat, or cheese and were enough nu­tri­ents so that I did not faint.

This was a bit of a chal­lenge be­cause I de­cid­ed that in or­der to stop think­ing about him I would run 100 miles, and then be fine.

So I did. I got a job at a wilder­ness sur­vival camp, and lived in a ham­mock on the side of a moun­tain for three weeks. While there I also met some­one who changed my life, but that’s an­oth­er story.

Af­ter I moved to Ger­many, things were a bit more dif­fi­cult. In­stead of hav­ing a kitchen I was liv­ing in a Bud­dhist Dojo and had only a hot plate with two eyes on it. This was a bit rough, and I made a lot of sim­ple meals with rice and veg­eta­bles. Nowa­days, one of my clos­est friends is ve­g­an and loves to cook.

He’s been show­ing me how to treat tofu. Tech­ni­cal­ly there are a lot of ve­g­an op­tions in Berlin, es­pe­cial­ly in the neigh­bor­hood I am in now that I’ve left the Dojo. I now live in a Tow­er above a kindergarten.

Here I have a stove and an oven. I some­times still strug­gle with eat­ing enough be­cause it is not al­ways easy to de­cide what to cook when one is su­per hun­gry, it’s dif­fi­cult to think straight. Some­times I get to this point, but I’m try­ing to be bet­ter about giv­ing my­self snacks, es­pe­cial­ly ones that don’t con­tain sugar.

I kept at the whole veg­e­tar­i­an thing be­cause I be­gan think­ing about what it would be like for me to re­al­ly kill some­thing. Would I be able to cut off the head of a chick­en, have my hands cov­ered in its warm blood as it spasms its last move­ments? While I feel my­self the­o­ret­i­cal­ly ca­pa­ble of this, I still think tak­ing the life of some­thing alive is some­thing quite sim­i­lar to mur­der. I do not want to mur­der my fel­low hu­mans, or atleast I do not want to al­low my­self to mur­der peo­ple – I should not be com­pla­cent in the mur­der of animals.

Here in Ger­many the word for meat is “Fleisch” – which seems a more ac­cu­rate representation.

These ve­g­an mochi con­tain straw­ber­ries and red bean.

—car­nelian king

Flom­mist Car­nelian King is a per­form­ing artist, prod­uct de­sign­er, toy mak­er and non­bi­na­ry clown cur­rent­ly liv­ing in Berlin. Copy­right © 2019 Car­nelian King.

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