I go to Whole Foods on most lunch breaks when it’s too rainy to run or I’ve forgotten my socks. Again. Last Wednesday was just such a day and only the Whole Foods Soup Bar would do.
I decided on a cup of organic wild rice and turkey and sat down on the curvy lunch counter designed for bunches of complete strangers to eat in relatively close quarters. The soup was good. I pulled out my copy of West with the Night and started to read.
That’s how I met Mr. Naturopathic Medicine and that’s how I eventually had dinner with him last night. Mr. Naturopathic Medicine Man, let’s call him Tom for short, is the type of person you can really only find in Portland. Maybe San Fransisco. Maybe.
You see, I spent 80 to 85% of the evening discussing food with Mr. Natreopathic Medicine Man, not because I love food (and I do love food) but because of the seeming never-ending list of foods that Mr. Natreopath chooses not to eat.
Tom Does Not Eat:
Gluten – including;
Rice Bread (because there are too many ingredients)
Any dairy products: (well, he’s got me there – I can’t condone dairy either)
Any soy products (no soy yogurt, soy ice cream, tofuti cuties, or tofu curries)
Any refined sugars (which means no candy, no licorice or gummy bears or Swedish fish or pudding or ginger snaps)
Molasses (which means no ginger snaps)
Coffee (which means no ginger snaps and coffee snacks)
Yet, despite all these no-no foods he seemed normal. Was it because he’s amazingly well-adjusted and has the ability to mock himself and his self-restricted paleolithic diet? Or rather was it simply because I’ve adjusted to the dietary weirdness that is everywhere in Portland?