If you follow me on Twitter you’re probably already sick of me talking about my latest purchase. Or should I say “investment”, because I’ve gone into hock to buy it!
I have bought a Thermomix. If you haven’t seen or heard of Thermomix before, they’re a kind of multi-purpose kitchen device. They’re so hard to explain without demonstration, because most people are pretty incredulous that they’ll do what they actually do. Basicallly they do away with most other kitchen appliances. They chop, blend, process, mill, pulverise, stir, kneed, beat, whip, blend, crush, juice, mix and any other cutting/mixing method you can think of. But that’s not all. They also have a set of built in scales, are connected to an element so they cook through a kind of induction method as well. But… they also have a steamer attachment that fits on the top, so you can steam food as well!
My friend Kerri bought one back in December and I’ve seen her go from someone who resented the space her kitchen took up in her house to a passionate and experimentally bold cook. After watching her find a passion for cooking, I decided that it was time I jump in and invest in one of these wonder machines.
But I’m not here to sell you a Thermomix…
You see, I’ve always loved cooking. I was taught by my Grandma from as soon as I could stand on one of her kitchen chairs. But between my long history of a troubled relationship with food, thanks to a lifetime of dieting and disordered eating, and the fact that I have an incredibly busy life, with very little time to devote to cooking, I’d practically given up cooking altogether. Which has always been something of a shame, because Grandma taught me to be a pretty good cook and I do find it enjoyable.
So what I’m hoping, by introducing the Thermomix into my kitchen, it will work with my time constraints (after all, risotto takes about 20 minutes to make in it!) and help me work through my food issues so that I reignite that love of cooking.
Food can be so fraught for we fatties. Many of us have long histories of dieting and disordered behaviours around food, and even once we work on fixing that, it’s very hard to escape the blame and shame that is put on us. Firstly general society likes to accuse us of being gluttons who “ate ourselves unhealthy”, and then when we are seen eating, we are shamed for it. If we’re eating food that is considered “bad” we’re shamed for being junk food junkies and if we’re eating food that is deemed “healthy” or “good” we get told “You’ll need more than salad to fix you, fatty.” or even “Fat people shouldn’t be allowed to eat.”
Is it any wonder so many people have a fucked up relationship with food and eating?
As part of reclaiming my right to eat, and to enjoy eating and cooking, I’m going to start talking more about food, cooking and eating here on Fat Heffalump. I’m hoping that those of you reading will find hit helpful too.
So to kick us off, tell me about your relationship with food. What have been some of your experiences and issues with food as a fat person? Have you been able to heal your relationship with food since finding Fat Acceptance?