This morning, in celebration of Independence Day, we decided to eat out at Perkins. Since I was planning on having a cup of coffee, I filled an empty tomato sauce jar with raw milk. It was a very little jar of raw milk, yet I felt lots of eyes looking at my hand as we were led to our table. Coffee and creamers came shortly thereafter, and I filled two cups nearly full of coffee. I unscrewed my jar and poured raw milk into my coffee and my husband opened two creamers and put them in his coffee.
And that’s when I opened my mouth.
I really didn’t mean or want to come across as a self-righteous foodie, but that is what I was labeled. I tried to explain that I just feel passionate about the relationship between food and long-term health, that I sincerely believe it’s not dairy if it doesn’t do something at room temperature and how can you trust that inside your body.
I tried coming from a spirit of ”I love you so much, I just want the best for you” and that didn’t work (partially because he turned the tables and pointed out some unhealthy things I consume that he doesn’t).
I think what saddens me, because sadness is one emotion I’m feeling, is that our diet is not something we are 100% together on. I think it’s cute how some couples shop together and promote a healthy diet together but it’s somewhat one-sided in our home. Sometimes I see a glimmer of togetherness, like when he was telling a buddy at work about the pasture-raised, organic beef we bought or when we were in Southern Illinois at the Farmer’s Market. Glimmers that leave me wanting more!
Does this happen to you and what do you say or do?