In the Andes, this is how cheese is served. Plain and simple.
You go to any local market or shack on the street and see chunks of cheese just flaunted by the local vendors who took their time in the morning carrying loads on their backs and walking from their little homes towards the market place.
If you happen to stop and have a look, you are hooked. A piece of cheese is directly cut and offered to your pallet. And this is where your pallet sometimes reacts before the actual instigation.
I cant say I have a piece of cheese every single time I am offered one but when I do, I do it with a smile.
Even if simple, that smile holds a lot of complexity in it.
I look at the grace in that offering yet my brain starts bombarding me with what might come with that grace.
How long has this cheese been sitting there? How was it fermented and what are the hygienic conditions followed? What was the knife used for before cutting this piece? Was it washed? Did the lady wash her hands this morning or this whole week?…
Yes. A simple smile that was exchanged in a graceful crime scene.
Then comes my praise for pathogens. The world of pathogens always fascinated me. Those microscopic multiverses that co-exist and change exponentially as we are busy trying to be humans and questioning our existence.
Imagine a pathogen stopping for a moment to take a breath and ask itself: Who Am I? or What is my role in this incarnation?
The language shifts from asking a question to acting, changing and shifting based on what is needed in the moment. No questions asked except what the moment holds and requires in application mode.
Nature is simple. Yes it is dualistic. For every part, there is a counterpart. In the depth of its complication, it is simplistic and real.
In some parts of the world, it is simple to pick a piece of cheese from the street and feast on it with some local bread.
In other parts, the cheese has to be preserved and cut using gloves and well wrapped in a plastic container.
Fermented yes. Hygienic and pathogen-free, no one knows.
Your stomach will know once you eat it. Thats for sure.
I look at simple daily things and I am amazed at how much we became immune on the concept of not being immune. How we tend to complicate things based on how our brain structure got shaped. How we manifest worry in many things that we do on a daily basis.
It feels like were the ones who get fermented and we have no idea how the process of fermentation took place even though we pick the cow, we milk it, we choose the incubation and sterilization times and temperatures every single day.
Oh! And of course, let us not forget we wrap with Extra Calcium, Low In Salt and Cholesterol Free.
Meanwhile, a little pathogen wearing a hat and smoking a cigar has been seen giggling on the edge of a knife.
Life is a fun-ny journey. Enjoy it!