Aria's Food Journey

Life is all about the small moments that nourish you along your journey. Food is one of the things that makes life more magical. How things taste to you can change based on your energy, just like what you eat can vary based on your mood. Foods change depending on the seasons as well. For example, we all have a favorite meal for each season. Who isn’t excited for their grandmother’s delicious soup after a cold winter’s day? Who doesn’t crave their neighbor’s secret barbecue sauce formula in the summer?

We live in a three-dimensional world, and we need to feed our bodies. However, a good meal can also feed the soul and mind. Some spiritual healers claim that we are entering into a golden age and a new fifth-dimensional era. As a star seed and galactic being, I don’t remember what I was eating back in my original galaxy. And, to be honest, the most likely answer is that I was in a body made of light energy and there was no food. Existing and surviving in a three-dimensional world has always been hard for me. I often question what the hell I am doing here and what is attracting me to this realm. Even though we all complain about the world sometimes, we are the ones who shape it. What we reflect into the world comes back to us. In other words, karma is working perfectly.

I believe in karmic life and have received some past life regression sessions to heal my past incarnations. In this lifetime, as a child who was born and raised in a Mediterranean culture, I always ate a lot of fish, fresh vegetables, and olives. Yet, no one understood why I love spicy food so much. Thankfully, my father used to take me to many different restaurants, where we discovered that I really like spicy and bitter things. This was odd since my mom never used to cook food like that. 15 years later, I learned the reason. I had a past life in India, in which my father was a high-ranking English soldier. With that said, I will keep the rest of the story secret because it does not have a very peaceful ending.

It's clear to me that my love for spicy foods came from my past life in India. You may say, “Aria, you are really complicated!” To that, I say that we are all complicated, unique creatures. How much you realize your own complexity simply depends on how deep you want to discover yourself. As a very old soul, who is reincarnating in the world again and again, food makes my visits bitter, sweet, hot, spicy, sour, salty, fresh, moldy, rotten, juicy, ripe, grainy, grassy, metallic, nutty, tangy, waxy, dry, stale, crispy, crunchy, chalky, briny, rare, medium rare, well done, earthy, etc. It’s the food that makes me so attracted to this world and allows me to see the similarities between humans and cuisines.

Even though I still enjoy Indian cuisine, there is one food that I would never swap for anything in this world: my mom’s fresh summer soup. Since it was made with very simple and pure organic ingredients, this soup is like a metaphor. The purer and simpler you are, the more you will enjoy the flavors of life. I truly believe this and try to incorporate this idea into my fashion, home, and daily life as much as possible. This amazing soup was the first thing I would consistently ask my mom to cook. It was so yummy, tender, and magical. I remember how she would put all her love and healing into making the most delicious rolls from a special kind of bulgur wheat. I loved watching her and, sometimes, I would even help. But it was not as easy as she made it seem! The rolls were like miniature worlds to me. Every bite filled me with fascination and pleasure over the combination of simplicity and perfection.

In addition to the wheat, my mom used organic, homemade Greek yogurt, tomato sauce, and garlic. It might seem unbelievable that this simple recipe could be the most delicious summer food, but believe me when I say it is! The soup is served cold with all the aforementioned ingredients. It was always juicy and fulfilling! Mixing a little bit of water with the Greek yogurt helped to give the soup its texture. From there, my mom would add the rolls, mashed garlic, and her homemade spicy tomato sauce made with fresh spices like spearmint, oregano, thyme, and red pepper flakes. Since the tomato sauce was freshly cooked with all the spices and olive oil, adding it to the soup would make the hot and cold mix together along with all the different flavors. At that point, the soup would be ready to eat. However, if you wanted, you could leave it in the refrigerator and make it colder before it was served. It is an amazing soup that is delicious and so much fun to eat over and over again. I could literally eat that soup every day. In the summer, when it is hot, the soup makes you feel so fresh and full. The same bulgur wheat rolls and vegetables are also perfect for a hot, winter version of this soup.

It has been almost five years now since I have seen my mom or eaten my favorite soup. I have been in a different part of my life’s journey, but I am completely grateful and focusing on my new adventure. Being an old soul means dealing with harder tests. A wise woman told me that the more you evolved your soul, the more you will be tested by this world. And, here I am, living out her words. But it’s all good. We are all destined to be alive during this special time. With our high frequency of pure love and faith, why can’t Earth be a tastier place? Why can’t Earth evolve into a clean and shiny planet. And why can’t we all live in a way that makes us unafraid to share the food we love and the memories we have?

The good news is that my mom gave me some tips the last time we chatted. I am going to try to find the special bulgur wheat and make my favorite soup on my own for the first time in my life. I’m really excited and I believe in my ability to cook it. I am planning on filling the rolls with love and healing like my mom, while imagining them as little galaxies. I don’t think I will ever be able to escape from feeling like an alien experiencing an unfamiliar, three-dimensional world. So, for those of you who are reading this and feel the same, you are not alone. Meanwhile, for those of you reading this and laughing, that’s fine too, thanks for your time. Thanks for reading my crazy, galactic-effected journey about my favorite simple summer soup!