Food - Diet
Things Turn Up When You Least Expect It
Three things landed on my desk this month, from three different directions, and they all turned out to be doing the same trick: something quieter and more automatic took over a job I used to have to do myself, on purpose, with effort. What was interesting wasn’t the handoff. It was what became visible once the job was no longer mine to do.
Fermentation was the first one. I’ve been thinking about it since yogurt turned from an occasional thing into a daily one, and what got me wasn’t the health angle — it was recognizing an old problem in a new form. On the ranch, fruit didn’t wait for you. It ripened, it turned, and if you didn’t do something fast — dry it, can it, move it — it was gone. That was the job: race the clock. Fermentation is a different answer to the same problem. Instead of racing anything, you let a controlled kind of spoilage do useful work for you. The microbes get there first, on purpose, and what’s left keeps. Nobody standing over a crock in a root cellar a hundred years ago was thinking about gut bacteria. They were just handing the preservation job to something that could do it better than a person racing daylight.
The second one is harder to talk about plainly, so I’ll say what I’ve noticed and stop there. Since starting Mounjaro, the thing the scientists call food noise — the low hum of thinking about the next meal, the fridge, the thing in the pantry you forgot you had — has gone quiet. I didn’t know it was noise until it went quiet. You don’t notice a tractor running until somebody shuts it off. For twenty-seven years that noise was just weather, something I planned around without asking where it came from. What’s changed isn’t that I stopped wanting food — a good tomato in August is still a good tomato. What’s changed is that a job I used to do consciously, all day, arguing myself into or out of the next meal, is being done somewhere else now, on a receptor level I don’t have access to. I can be genuinely not hungry and still catch myself standing in front of the open refrigerator out of habit — the way you’ll walk out to check on a field that doesn’t need checking, just because your feet know the path.
The third one is smaller and doesn’t deserve to sit next to the other two in terms of stakes, but it’s the same shape. TextExpander doesn’t ask you to redesign anything. It just sits underneath whatever you’re already doing — Mail, Notes, whatever you’re typing in — and waits. You type a short trigger, it fills in the long version. The actual work, the thing that makes it worth anything, is the noticing: figuring out what you type or do the same way often enough that it’s worth handing off. The software doesn’t do that part. It just makes the noticing pay off once you’ve done it.
Here’s what ties them together, and it’s not that automation is good or that convenience is suspect — both of those are lazier conclusions than the one I actually landed on. It’s that you can’t see a job clearly while you’re still the one doing it. I didn’t know food noise had a name or a texture until it quieted down. I didn’t know how much of my day was repetition until something started catching it for me. And nobody eating fermented food out of necessity a century ago was thinking of it as anything other than dinner — they only look, in hindsight, like they’d solved a problem we’re now trying to solve again on purpose.
So if there’s a practical thought in this, it’s not “automate more” or “trust the process.” It’s narrower than that: when something starts doing a job for you — a drug, a microbe, a piece of software, doesn’t matter which — pay attention to what you notice once your hands are off it. That’s usually where the real information is. Not in the tool. In the quiet it leaves behind.
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The Mediterranean Table -- Where to Begin*
People keep asking me about the Mediterranean diet. Like I’m supposed to hand them a plan.
I don’t have a plan. I have observations.
What I notice is that it’s less a diet and more a description of how people in certain places happened to eat for a long time. Olive oil instead of something else. More beans, more vegetables, fish when it was available. Bread, wine, time at the table.
Nobody called it a system. It was just what grew nearby and what they knew how to do with it.
That sounds familiar to me. We didn’t set out to eat seasonally. We ate what was coming off the place. Apricots in July. Walnuts in October. Whatever my grandmother put up in jars, we ate in February.
A lot of people I know are paying closer attention to what they eat right now. Some because a doctor said something. Some because their body said something first. Some because they’re on a medication that changed how hunger feels and they’re figuring out what that means for the plate.
Different roads. Same question: what do I actually put in front of me?
The Mediterranean pattern keeps coming up in those conversations. I think it’s because it doesn’t read like punishment. It reads like food somebody wanted to eat.
Whether it fits your situation – that’s between you and whoever’s helping you figure that out. I’m just noting what keeps showing up.
From the Field:
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Olive Oil Isn’t a Health Trend. It’s Chemistry.
Walk into a kitchen in Spain, Greece, or southern Italy and you won’t find a bottle labeled “heart-healthy.” You’ll just find olive oil — on the counter, used for everything, not a second thought given.
The science explains why that habit matters.
Extra virgin olive oil contains a group of compounds called polyphenols. These natural micronutrients carry strong antioxidant and anti-inflammatory properties, and studies have confirmed they trap disease-causing free radicals and protect cells from damage.  The one that gets the most attention is oleocanthal — a compound similar in structure to ibuprofen, with demonstrated anti-inflammatory properties and ongoing research linking it to reduced risk of neurodegenerative disease and cancer. 
A major 28-year study published in the Journal of the American College of Cardiology found that consistent olive oil consumption significantly reduces the risk of cardiovascular and neurodegenerative death.  That’s not a supplement. That’s food, used daily, over a lifetime.
One reliable field test: if good extra virgin olive oil produces a peppery sting at the back of your throat, that’s the oleocanthal working. A flat, greasy taste usually means the polyphenols have degraded. 
In places like Spain, olive oil isn’t a “healthy swap”… it’s just normal life.
Why it matters:
• Supports heart health
• Reduces inflammation
• Adds flavor without junk
👉 Try this: Drizzle olive oil on veggies instead of using bottled dressing.
From the Field
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Your Kitchen - Your Success
A well-stocked kitchen is a Mediterranean kitchen. Olive oil, beans, whole grains, a handful of nuts, some herbs. That’s not a diet. That’s a pantry that knows what it’s doing.
A farmer knows what’s in the barn before planting season. Same idea.
The transition doesn’t happen overnight. One step at a time. Consistent change is what sticks — not perfection.
👉 Try this: Add one Mediterranean staple to your grocery list this week.
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Plants at the Center of the Table
Plants at the Center of the Table
I know what it takes to get food out of the ground — the water, the heat, the patience. But like every farmer I knew, the meal I came home to was built around meat. A good steak meant the week went well. A pork roast meant Sunday. Vegetables were what you grew for somebody else’s table.
The Mediterranean way turns that around, and the more I’ve learned about it, the more it feels like something I should have known all along.
In Mediterranean cultures — Greece, southern Italy, the coast of Spain — plants aren’t the side dish. They’re the crop. Legumes, vegetables, whole grains, olive oil, a handful of nuts. Meat shows up for a celebration, maybe on the weekend. It’s not about going without. It’s about knowing what the land actually produces most of — and eating accordingly.
For older adults, the research keeps pointing the same direction: plant-forward eating reduces inflammation, supports heart health, and tracks closely with the long lives people in these regions tend to live.
I didn’t grow up eating this way. But I’ve been paying attention — which is what a farmer does. More lentils. More roasted vegetables. Olive oil where butter used to be. Chicken on the weekend if I want it.
Turns out when plants are the main event, you have to get creative in the kitchen. That part I understand. Good farming was never just about showing up. Neither is good eating.
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