Ok. You gotta watch this before you read on. Otherwise you won’t get what the fuck is going on…
Choose raw. Choose a cucumber. Choose a carrot. Choose a bag of spinach. Choose a fucking big Vitamix. Choose a Greenstar, a dehydrator, a spiraliser and a nut milk bag. Choose good health, low cholesterol and a liver flush. Choose sticking to one section of the supermarket. Choose a green smoothie. Choose your raw guru. Choose changing your name to Talula Conscious Love Unicorn. Choose a tonne of superfoods and a massive fucking credit card bill. Choose wild foods and figuring out who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose grounding on an earthing sheet and collecting your spring water. Choose enzymes and fermented foods and trying not to kill off your kefir grains. Choose going Paleo at the end of it all, arguing with some fruitarian about why we started cooking our food in the first place. Choose your future. Choose raw. . .
But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose raw: I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you’ve got chips?
This blog was written by Raw Food Scotland's previous owner, Emma Calvert. You can reach her at her new website, https://missmanifestation.com/