The Value of Soul Food

Thanksgiving is, hands down, my favorite holiday. Although the holiday season can give way to my cynical
scrooge hidden personality who despises over consumption and scoffs at presents, Thanksgiving in my family is beautiful.

A couple of weeks ago, I started reading Michael Shut’s, Food & Faith: Justice, Joy, and Daily Bread in preparation for discussions on Prindle Reading Groups for next semester (yes, it was one of the books chosen). The compilation of essays by writers and philosophers like Wendell Berry and Elizabeth Johnson resonated with me in their poignant descriptions of food and spirituality, how eating good food somehow brings us closer to the earth or god. Religion aside, I believe in the soul power of good food.

Author Thomas Moore introduces his essay, The Poetics of Food with the sentence: “The soul is not a mechanical problem that needs to be solved; it’s a living being that has to be fed”. Moore continues his essay stating that food for the soul includes a family dinner, a long walk, or late-night conversation, those still points in the turning wheel where we find time for reflection or debate.

All of Moore’s “soul foods” share a degree of effort and simplicity, which seems uncommon in everyday life.

My family spends our Thanksgiving holiday at our farm just outside of Campbellsville, KY on a bend of the Green River. It is a celebration of family and food that I experience at no other time of the year. The majority of my relatives are avid hunters and fishermen/women, outdoor enthusiasts, naturalists, or environmentalists, so when we all get together for a week, we cook for hours the food we hunted earlier on the farm, we gather elbow to elbow around a table to eat, and we stay up late sharing stories and playing endless games of Euchre.

These annual rituals, care and attention to food gives the holiday an unintended spiritual component. The soul food that fills us up is a welcome reprieve from long work days. I know Thanksgiving has disgusting numbers in terms of turkeys slaughtered, grease fires, and waste, but I like to think that many families are returning to the basics and enjoying an unprocessed holiday that refreshes and strengthens the body and soul instead of weighing it down.

I think a huge change will come in the food movement when people stop being so concerned about the numeric caloric value of food and focus more on this idea of a soulful caloric value. Calories stop being a concern for weight loss, when the food you eat is simple, wholesome, and energizing for the body and mind. I have so much to be thankful for this Thanksgiving, but an abundance of “soul food” will always be at the top of my list.

Monon Bell Edition: Sportsmanship

In spirit of the Monon Bell football game tomorrow, I thought I would comment about one of my favorite topics/hobbies/loves: sports. I have played sports since I can remember. My parents joke that my first word was “ball” and I wore a baseball cap for years until I realized I liked the idea of looking “cute”.

 Like most athletes (or former athlete, I’m not sure which category I fall under) if asked, I tell people that athletics molded who I am today from my physical appearance and interests to my moral character. I had phenomenal female role models in sports throughout my career who taught me the power of discipline, leading with compassion, and hard work. These mentors allowed me to be successful on and off the court. Unfortunately, there is a huge handful of athletes and fans that seem to have a confused moral compass when it comes to sports.

The Monon Bell game can definitely be a haven for lost sportsmanship; I’m thinking mostly about the fans here. For those readers who don’t know, the Monon Bell game is sometimes touted as the “Best College football rivalry”…ever? Not sure how that title came about, but it began in 1890 between DePauw University, and our enemies to the north, Wabash College, and Wabash leads the all-time series, 57-53-9.

In such a long-standing rivalry, fans on both sides have had less than glamorous moments of lackluster sportsmanship. For instance, my senior year at DePauw while walking through the main campus, I watched, mouth agape, as DePauw fraternity boys on one side of Hanna Street shouted boos and obscenities to kids on the other side of the street wearing Wabash sweatshirts. By kids I mean elementary or middle school age. But age doesn't seem to matter at Monon because my Junior year at Wabash, I witnessed similar aged boys with Wabash gear throwing walnuts at elderly DePauw fans until onlookers caught their tomfoolery.

There has to be accountability with moments like these in such an intense rivalry. Although I appreciate tasteful bantering and the occasional practical jokes, sports should not be an outlet for people to lose their character. Unleash that anger in social media if you absolutely have to. But like the athletes participating in the game, I encourage fans to act with a humane level of respect for the other team, no matter how difficult it seems. Find the moral high ground, hold yourself to a higher standard and represent your team the way you would like your team to represent you.