It was chilly in Saint Louis on Saturday. It dropped from upper 70s to lower 40s within two days. A real whip in the face to Matt, visiting from Chicago, who believed that “Saint Louis never got cold!” and had previously claimed never to believe my packing suggestions again.
Well it’s about time Saint Louis! The weather, as well as the visitor, reminded me of home. Of the windy city. Of the Murphs. It also caused my desire to grab coffee at a café, see a matinee, and sip on a glass of wine by a fire. So we did.
The weather, like holidays, has this effect on me. It makes me crave certain foods or drinks. Or food or drink related activities. And it makes me miss home and family and friends.
I’ve always believed that humans are very connected to the earth. When voiced, I usually hear the response “you’re such a hippie.” I’m actually really okay with that.
But it’s got to be true.
We exhale and eat plants that use our waste as fertilizer and make oxygen! What a beautiful cycle.
Also like that thing called the circadian rhythm and seasonal depression…I’m linking them all to low availability of vitamin D. And I would care to bet that those in Seattle and Portland could back me up.
So what’s the benefit to my weather related cravings?…seasonal eating and seasonal produce! The way earth and man intended. (And probably candy corn and conversation heart companies but that’s just pure American capitalism…also known as monopoly).
What made this holiday-seasonal-missing-family-craving even better was that my chosen café selection had the most delicious sandwich I had ever eaten. Literally called “Thanksgiving on Focaccia.” Basically America on a sandwich without the side of candy corn.
It cured me of all my yearnings.
Well most of them.
It was like a really good preview for the main Murph event, seated around our table of seasonal, traditional food in sweet home Chicago.
It was America on a sandwhich! It was like 37* in chicago last night... burr.
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