Okay so I have a confession to make. Don’t judge me   I’ve eaten 5 hamburgers this year! Yep that’s right, I said it, it’s out…..5 nice thick juicy grass fed iron packed well done tender beef pattes with toasted buns, ripe tomato slices, crisp slices of lettuce, roasted onions and cheese….extra cheese….yeah I totally consumed that 5 times and it’s only June…gasp.

Well for all you blog regulars, you know that I suscribe to a flexitarian diet, which is vegetarian eating habits with meat eating tendencies.  The thing is, my feelings around meat are NOT rooted in a hard-core, tree hugging, Nazi type of veganism…..nah I just rarely consume it because of what it does to my body. Now I am not a fan of how animals are treated in the U.S. meat industry….ABSOLUTELY NOT!  Which is why, as a personal chef, when my clients order meat, I always use free range, grass fed, local, organic meat/poultry sources.

Let’s be real, how we treat nature is how we treat ourselves and I do believe in the interconnectedness of us all.  We are all one and just  because we have a really advanced brain system that alllows us to determine right and wrong and cows seemingly are big animals who graze around all day doesn’t give us the right to herd them into massive, overcrowded storage houses and force them to live amongst their own manure while being fed rotten chicken parts and corn stock with chains around their neck until they are beheaded and then served at the next “prime” steak house.  But I digress….clearly Food Inc. is still on my mind

But going back to the connection that we inherently have with animals and the title of this post. I’ve been craving burgers…..or so I thought.  I am a student of Tantra, a Kemetic and Indian lifestyle, and have been for a  while, which is an ancient wisdom and understanding of energy and how it all comes together in this awesome Universe we live in.  As a Tantrika and foodie, I can’t help but combine the two and put together what have been puzzle pieces for my love affair with food from I exited the womb.  Taoism, an Eastern philosopy, which deals with a lot of the similar energies and principles as Tantra, deeply explores yin and yang.  I’m sure you’ve seen it before, that circle split between  a loopy line of black and white that brings a visual to sayings like “opposites attract” and “all is one”. .

Well food is no different, there are yin foods and yang foods and if you voted for me here on my OWN show (thank you) then you’ve gotten a hint of what I mean.  Yin foods are feminine energy and are sweet in nature, like mangoes, more soft and moist like our magical wombs, and tend to grow above ground, showing off all of their sexiness like strawberries.  Yang foods are masculine energy and are more bitter, hotter or sturdier like potatoes and tend to grow in darker places like underground.  Or they fall in the category of meat, which is extremely masculine.

HA! There it is people.  All of this time, I was thinking that I was falling off the flexitarian bandwagon and secretly demonizing myself for sneaking in all of this red meat.  Dude, I was craving it big time and it wouldn’t leave me alone, it was like a duppy voice in mi backside! I was fiending for iron, fiending for power, fiending for massive energetic-get-it-done rush, fiending for warriorness, fiending for Shango, fiending for…..HIM.  Whew, it’s finally out…I said it…I’m the black masked Hamburgler seeking the energetic rush of meat.  Masculine meat. HIM.  Sure I could get an iron supply from a host of dark green leafy veggies….WOMP! WOMP! Who wants that when cows, bulls, bison, the range brings a strength and vigor and energetic muscle that a very feminine being such as myself could use every now and then. Which brings me to my next and final point.  Men.  They bring that energy and oh am I grateful that they do.  No one puts it down like HIM.  No one fulfills that like HIM.  So perhaps that was it, all this stripe cape and black sunglass wearing, sneaking up to the take out bar, hiding my beloved masculine meat in a bag as I ducked and dodged any person in sight and high tailed it to my car where I could love on this yang beef in the privacy of my own home.  That’s why…..because I crave HIM.  If you read this post …..then you already know why and how I crave HIM.  And now my Flexitarian Presidency Card is no longer in question, I’m safe even with all my energy cravings.