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Blue Diamond located in Chiang Mai, Thailand

Cozy as a Campfire
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How many people do you know who are drawn to a microwave, much less sit around a microwave singing, playing guitar or telling stories? Consider sitting around a campfire and waiting for the coals to heat a kettle of water. Compare it to heating up a cup of water in a solar powered microwave. Both could be sustainable forms to heat water, but the quality of living greatly differs. With crackle and flames, campfires draw in people. Soon you might have several people enjoying the fire as the water heats up. They tell stories, create friendships, and plan their next Rucksack Wandering adventure.

While farming in Thailand, I worked with two types of farmers: an economic sustainable farmer and a social sustainable farmer. I discovered people’s omelet recommendations reflect their preferred type of sustainable farming. When asked where to eat an omelet, the farmers’ answers differed like a harvest moon and a milk moon – in completely different seasons. The economic sustainable farmer recommended a restaurant at the mall. The farmer likes to visit the mall because the mall is a wasteland of cheap electrical appliances waiting to be unwrapped, which will set free the harnessed power of solar energy. While at the mall, it’s best to buy for your farm and stomach in the same trip, even if that means a deep-fried omelet for lunch at KFC.

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The social sustainable farmer suggested I eat an omelet at the Blue Diamond in Chiang Mai, Thailand. A person eats at the Blue Diamond because of the many choices of organic fruits and vegetables and baked breads. By asking the question, “how will my actions better my life and community,” the answers direct me towards the Blue Diamond.

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When making my omelet choice, I chose lifestyle over profit. I tried the Blue Diamond because I enjoy eating healthy and local. While waiting for my omelet, I read the paper, had a conversation, and took in the smells of bread coming out of the oven. The omelet came with fresh avocado and was infused with a pleasant blend of herbs. The quality of the food, the pace of the service, and the fresh fruit reminded me of life on the farm. To sum it up, the omelet at the Blue Diamond was as cozy as a campfire.

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Some thoughts that didn’t make it into the omelet review:

As consumers become more green, organic, sustainable, livable, whatever catch phrase is being used at the moment, people will read more quotes like the ones below, both found in the February/March 2007 issue of Plenty.

From the article Truckin’ Awesome by Philip Armour: “Forget the environment and political reasons—which are convincing. Just look it from the pocket book. I used to get six miles to the gallon. With biofuel, I get seven. So I’m taking home more money at the end of the week.”

From the article The Farmer in the High-Rise by Alisa Opar:
“He compares the vertical farm to the hybrid car, which now everybody is producing. They aren’t doing it for the sake of the environment; they’re doing it to make money.”

This sort of outlook will hopefully give us more time to prevent the impending global warming disaster but will not help us prepare for the next disaster brewing due to the short sights of an economic outlook towards life.

These thoughts were developed when I visited Pun Pun and Panya Project.
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The Panya Project

I went to Zoe’s Cafe for Help

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to escape the isles of junk food at the supermarket
and the processed and chemical food
in my cupboard.

I went to Zoe’s Café for help
to be treated as a friend, neighbor,
and community member,
not a commodity

now my stomach begs
to be distracted from the pain

by sex with another stranger,
another swig of mad dog,
another rerun of Friends,
another cigarette teasing the forearm
with a searing kiss.

I went to Zoe’s Café for help
and was given a smile
along with buttered bread,
oily hash browns,
processed cheese,
and a dull ache in my belly.

I went to Zoe’s Café for help
like a young boy who seeks the Lord
but instead gets acquainted
with a horny priest.

The great cathedrals and parishes
have begun to be cleansed of devils
in priests’ garments.

Cafes are temples
to Mother Earth’s edible abundance.
It is time
to cleanse the cafes
of processed and chemically
altered food
disguised in omelet garments.

It is time to help Zoe’s Café.

Zoe’s Cafe located in Kendrick, Idaho

Kraft-inspired Omelet
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If this were an apple pie review instead of an omelet review, we could recommend Zoe’s in good conscience. The pie was good. On to the omelet!

The body wants to feel loved instead of teased. We’ve been cruising the Palouse countryside (some of the best farmland in the world) in an omelet adventure that has left us feeling not only teased but abused. Zoe’s Cafe served us a chemically induced bellyache. These sort of omelets only taste good after a lousy one night stand, debilitating hangover, or making it through another night of depression. When a person feels good, they naturally do not seek out buttery bread, oily hash browns, and processed cheese. After eating a Kraft-inspired omelet, the belly is once again begging for another kiss from a stranger, another swig of mad dog, and more depressed thoughts that bring about living tears.

People who eat processed/chemical food nourish a dull pain. They are probably trying to escape their neighborhood supermarkets and their own cupboards. When people reach out to the cafes for help and are served fabricated lies, the owners need to be held accountable. Much like the young boy who seeks out the Lord but instead gets acquainted with a horny priest. The great cathedrals and parishes have begun to be cleansed of devils in priests garments, and so must the cafes. Cafes are temples to Mother Earth’s edible abundance. They must be cleansed of processed and chemically altered food disguised in omelet garments.

After eating at Zoe’s Cafe, we realized that what started as an innocent flirtation has turned into an abusive omelet relationship. Wanting to believe that next time really will be different, we visit another cafe, order another omelet, and get smacked with processed cheese once again. We’re packing our things and leaving town. Maybe in Portland we’ll be able to find the omelet love that we deserve.

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