Today I read an interview with Boy George in which he talks about how he is now a raw vegan. He says that he looks and feels better than he has in his entire life. While I’ll have to take his word on how he feels, I will say that he does indeed look pretty spectacular.
This article stood out to me because, somewhere deep inside, I’m pretty sure I’m a closeted raw foodist. I don’t know that it’ll ever become a way of life for me, but I absolutely adore the fresh, vibrant flavors of well-prepared raw food. And I love the way it makes me feel. When I’m eating mostly raw I feel energized in a way that I don’t otherwise. It’s like every cell in my body lights up—my vision improves, my head clears, and I feel bouncingly, buzzingly alive.
Reading that interview today made me crave a week’s worth of raw foods and long for that light, bright feeling—especially since it was dark and rainy and we were cooped up inside all day.
This past summer, I ate a ton of raw food; it’s so easy during the summer, when everything is ripe and fresh. I managed to dig up some iPhone snaps of a few of the things that I/we enjoyed during those warmer months. Maybe looking through these photos will help to quell the cravings?
Spaghetti dinner: spiralized zucchini pasta with raw tomato marinara and chopped cherry tomatoes, raw kale caesar with eggplant bacon, and meatless balls (not raw, but delish), almond-hempseed parm on the side.
Okay, so that definitely didn’t help. Is it weird that I could totally go for a giant kale salad at 9pm? Wait, don’t answer that.