We all become our parents. We know this. Generally women become their moms and men become their dads. It's a little disconcerting when, as an adult, you live with that parent. I can see myself becoming more like my mom in many ways. But I know she'll laugh at this one.
My mom has always eaten raisins as a snack, as if they were candy. I have always mocked this. Raisins, really? No thanks! I like them in cookies, cakes and rice pudding but just by themselves?
I have always loved sugar. There were times in my life I drank litres of pop a day. Before I came to the Ashram, I certainly wasn't eating that much sugar. But still, sweetened cereal, sweetened almond milk, granola bars, hot chocolate plus lots of fruit.
At the Ashram we don't eat a lot of sugar. Jam in the morning, juice in the morning...and sometimes a treat at supper. And that's all naturally sweetened stuff.
At Satsang each night we get Prasad, which is a blessed treat. Typically here we get dried fruit. I love the dried plums, but that's not why I'm writing. The other night the Prasad was apples and raisins. And when I ate the raisin I thought "mmm, that was awesome"...
...and then I heard that screeching noise when you stop a record in my head. "What!?! Raisins? Really?" And then a couple nights later we had them again. And I really enjoyed my raisins.
Sigh...I guess I'm one of those people now. Mom, better stock up on the raisins ;-)
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