I don’t like the word healthy. Most of you know that. So when deciding how to title this recipe I wasn’t sure I wanted to include that exact descriptor.
Why not “healthy”? Because healthy denotes images of skinny, low fat, low cal, low sodium, low carb, low low low low low…. (you should read that part out loud and make your voice go lower as you say it… It’s more fun that way).
Like less – or low – is better, somehow.
I’ll be honest, when it comes to this exquisite fava bean pasta, less is most certainly not better. We spend a lot of our adult lives trying to attain a “better” level of pretty much everything. Which invariably, manifests as “lower”.
I know that as a woman (note: not a lady because my friends, I am no lady) I struggle each and every day to resist the cultural pressure to be less. I should – another word I hate: “should” – be a lower body weight. I should eat lower amounts of butter and put lower amounts of cream in my coffee. I should use a lower voice. I should intake a lower level of alcohol. I should do less of the things I love – mainly, drinking wine and bourbon, eating fatty, calorie rich foods, and being active in public ways – and more of the things I’m told to.
Healthy is what pits the “skinny” girls against the “real” women. Because for some reason, and totally against 98% of the images and messages we receive from the media and police ourselves (and each other ) by, if you weigh less you’re somehow not a “real” woman. But be careful because if you’re too heavy, you need to be less fat. But if you’re too light, you have to be less light and more heavy. WTF are we supposed to do with THAT one?
If I believed everything I saw on TV or in movies or feel pressured by, I would be less loud. Less proud. I’d have less goals and less success. I’d have less male friends, less choices, less adventures, less physical strength, and less colour in my hair and on my nails. Less joy, less food, and less life.
In fact, I was told once by a person close to me (who will remain nameless) that if I wanted to get married some day, I’d have to be less outgoing and less independent or no man would want to be with me… Assuming it was in fact, a man I wanted.
Essentially, I’d have to be less me.
I’m 33 and still not married. And maybe this person was right – maybe if I want that then I should drop trou and put on a skirt, metaphorically speaking. Though FYI…. I rarely do actually wear pants. I like my skirts. A lot. But if I don’t get married, that’s okay. Because as a self identified feminist, a woman who believes she can do (almost) anything she wants (provided societal structures and resources and privilege allow), a woman with a loud fucking laugh that carries through a room and who says fuck a lot….. I like me. As is. Lumps, bumps, fucks, and strength and fun and joy and all.
What does this have to do with fava bean pasta? Not a lot, actually. Except that I worried about calling it “healthy” (I worried about it too when I titled Fresh & Healthy Veggie Tacos) because of all of those reasons above rolled into one word that triggers unhealthy habits, thoughts and actions in many of us. Man or woman or transgendered…. Healthy is a scary word.
Yes. It’s “healthy” in that it’s loaded with fresh, seasonal vegetables and the pasta is from scratch so it lacks any preservatives or stabilizers or what have you. The vegetables are grown by farmers who practice organic and permaculture principals and they’re all sourced from local producers. And eating it brings me pleasure which is good for the body, mind and spirit (if you believe in that kind of thing).
But mainly, more than healthy, it’s exquisite.
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