I was first introduced to the idea of eating “Poorganic” from my blogging colleague, Katrina, over at The Poorganic Life. Mainly because she’s the first person to ever really define what “poorganic” means. After ruminating on this term for months and talking with Barry VERY REGULARLY, I’ve determined that our family is Poorganic too.
So, I’m coming out! I’m standing with Katrina! I’m saying THIS IS NOT A WHOLE FOODS BLOG. I am not a whole foods blogger. I am not part of the real food community. I’m an imposter. I’m a sheep in hot dog’s clothing. I am a frugal living blogger who blogs about food and life. I don’t really want to be lumped into the “whole foods/organic/clean eating” movement. Take me out, thank you.
Katrina says Poorganic “…is about keeping our family, faith, food, and finances developing organically, naturally, and gracefully. At the same time, we try to do this on humble means and hopefully, a humble heart.” While Katrina and I don’t see eye-to-eye on many things (we are savers and preparers and she is not), we are very much alike in other aspects. So, I’m taking her Poorganic term and applying it to our life – with our definition.
Eating Poorganic for us means: we seek to eat good, local food when we can – living within our food budget – not always seeking out organic, but choosing nourishing foods even if that means I shop at Kroger and buy conventional lettuce. And we try to keep our sanity intact, which means we buy some foods pre-made instead of spending our entire lives in the kitchen.
I have found that within the “real food movement” there is a lot of condemnation from people (no, not everyone…I said a LOT – this doesn’t mean I’m pointing fingers at YOU – unless you think I am, then maybe I am). They get on a real food kick and revamp their entire life – while doing this, some of them can also become a wee bit too hardcore and start alienating themselves from friends and family. I’ve seen it – I’ve almost been there…but I’m coming out. I won’t live there.
I’ve already spoken out several times about food not being God – I’ve told you that cheap coconut oil is sometimes okay…I’m not your average blogger, y’all. I seek to show you guys grace. I seek to take your hand and walk with you along this food journey – I seek to learn WITH YOU – I seek out peanut butter and chocolate combinations. Oh wait – that doesn’t really fit here.
In the past few months, Barry and I have slowly distanced ourselves from the “real food movement.” Why? Because we didn’t really like what we saw there – and we always want to make sure that we don’t distance ourselves from those who need us: those struggling with their budgets, those struggling to make ends meet so they can stay at home with their babies, those who live on one income, those who want to eat well, but can’t afford the high prices of their local farmer’s markets. Those people. You guys. Us – we’re walking together.
Here at the Myers house, we seek to eat foods that are good for us. We know we need to take care of our bodies so that our lives here on earth (albeit short) won’t be utterly miserable. But we also seek to live a life of acceptance and love…and that means if you eat frozen pizza and Hamburger Helper, you’re still welcome here. I still love you. I won’t make you feel badly for eating it – unless you put it on your credit card. 😉
I feed my family good, whole foods when I can. But I don’t spend all day in my kitchen – sometimes I want to play outside with my kids, read a book, or have a last minute trip to the Fair. This means that sometimes I feed my kids purchased cheese crackers – I don’t make my own tortillas any more – shocking…I know.
I will continue to blog about real food – because that’s what we’re eating MOST OF THE TIME. But I am no longer a whole foods blogger. I am a Poorganic blogger, like Katrina. I will teach you to live below your means, to save, to eat the best that you can with your current budget. And I’ll hold your hand while we walk this road – and I’ll love you, no matter if you eat all organic or if you’ve never had organic lettuce in your life. But, I won’t share my chocolate peanut butter things with you…you’ll have to find another friend for that.