Pidn Gimoro-Boo Accord


The fabled Boo banana has been going places since the first post that has so far reached 27 thousand eaters. One of the cool places it landed is in Kisumu. Kisumu is the place I first attended school. A relative was working there and I was lucky to join him briefly. I remember a tomato plant that was growing just beside the main entrance. My brother was so agonized about leaving it behind that he toyed with the idea of uprooting it and taking it with us. On second thoughts he decided against it, but it was too late. The poor tomato plant had already been uprooted and it is quite unlikely that it survived. 

I thought about it for a long time as It was my chore to water the plant. I never forgot about it and hoped that our neighbor Akinyi and her family would enjoy it. That was about 50 years ago. For the love of food and the Akinyi who scolded anyone who looked down on me due to my ethnicity we shared some eclectic tomato seeds that might be new in the area such as Purple Cherokee tomatoes. It wasn’t accidental either, I am in Cherokee county now and feeling at home just like I felt at home in Kisumu courtesy of kind souls like Akinyi. I learned my first lesson about the stupidity of cultural and ethnic prejudice in Kisumu. The experience prepared me for new flavors and fight for justice. I am happy to pay the half century debt just in time before the jubilee forgiveness of debt. 

The six packs of seeds for bribery to the co-owners of The Peasant Shamba, namely Cynthia the Green Grass Snake, Alfonso the Cunning Chameleon, George the Randy Frog, Osama the Fat Obongo Bongo, Matilda the Slay Butterfly and Aluoch and Oluoch the free birds. We believe in justice and so do our beautiful ladies ( suckers) so everyone gets one packet of seeds of his or her choice. 

Let freedom ring at the Peasant Farm, where our in-laws believe that all creatures are worthy and none is more equal than the other. If the Peasants Shamba team works together like the mighty team of Gor Mahia,, your counterparts and in-laws from our farm, the Mugudanda team, will promise to attend the first harvest of the daughters of Boo/Bùù Banana  with an appropriate brew. Let freedom ring from Peasant Farm by the shores of Lake Nam Lolwe (formerly colonized as Lake Victoria) to slopes of Kirínyaga mountain ( formerly colonized as Mount Kenya). May we all look forward to that day that all those involved in this great union will enjoy a meal together and hopefully I can be accorded the privilege of choreographing an Afro Futuristic recipe worth many cheers. I can already imagine the reaction of Cynthia, the Green grass Snake, with a quip after her first bite of that Afro Futuristic dish prepared with the fabled Bùù from the slopes of Kírínyaga and tended in the shores of Lake Nam Lolwe , with “Dher Kado Okuyu'' (eccentric remark signifying a great taste ) and at the sound of her voice, Pidn Gimoro Accord will take effect for another 500 years of literacy, peace and prosperity. Food justice would have accomplished what many other efforts had failed. Pidn Gimoro/ Thayù and Thayù literally means plant something /peace. That is essentially what Food Justice is. 

Thayù Thayù /

Pidn Gimoro 

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A juxtaposition of Kabocha Squash from our backyard in NC and in our backyard in Naivasha, all grown from the seeds of one Kabocha Squash. It is the first time we have grown them successfully in Naivasha. 

Kabocha Squash is my favorite pumpkin/winter Squash of all time. This pumpkin carries as much history as it does flavor, texture and distinctiveness. 

The pumpkin originated in the Americas where it is believed to have been domesticated long before maize. It was introduced to Japan around 1541 by the Portuguese. It is partly for that reason that some associate this pumpkin with Japan. The word Kabocha comes from the word Cabaca which the the Portuguese word for guard.

The beauty of Kabocha squash is that it is the only pumpkin I know that gets better with age. In fact the pumpkin should be stored in a warm place for at least 13 days after harvesting. The longer you wait the more the sugars forms and the sweeter and farmer it gets. Kabocha squash can store for as long as 6 months, making it a top food amongst the foods I recommend for food security and health. Eating well doesn’t mean compromising on taste. I hope to spread these jewel far and wide in my community and elsewhere. Some seeds will be heading to Kisumu as soon as they cured, eaten and the seeds dried up. 

Some of my favorite recipes feature this pumpkin and butternut squash more than any type of pumpkin. It is great in stews, soups as well as a breakfast item.

Thanks to Munene Anthony and Chiro GI for tending this most wonderful addition to our cornucopia basket of flavors and vitality.

Kabui’s Wager

Kabui’s Wager

The cure to Pascal’s Wager



Pascal’s Wager


For many years I've had some small knowledge about an argument for faith in God, known as “Pascal’s wager”. It wasn't until recently, I'm embarrassed to admit, that I gave it the thought which such a mental landmine deserves. It was a recent discussion with a very religious coworker of mine which inspired me to give it much more attention. I had left all religion nearly a dozen years before, and this fellow thought to entice me back to deism through Mr. Pascal's famous wager.

I looked up the synopsis of the idea for the purposes of this essay. It goes like this:


“Pascal's Wager is an argument in philosophy presented by the seventeenth-century French philosopher, mathematician and physicist Blaise Pascal (1623–62). It posits that humans bet with their lives that God either exists or does not…if God does not exist, the individual incurs only finite losses, potentially sacrificing certain pleasures and luxuries. However, if God does indeed exist, they stand to gain immeasurably…”


As a result of my religious upbringing, I was programmed with religious tolerance. I knew there were many other faiths besides mine, and that others were just as entitled to their beliefs and conclusions as I was to mine. I simply knew they were wrong, probably in the exact way that they knew for sure that I was wrong.

Now, I’m strongly questioning the cost of such tolerance. Not just the tolerance of one religious nut for the nuttiness of others, but tolerance for an epistemology (approach to knowledge) which demands so little in the way of objective validation.

Let’s look at the famous wager a little more closely. Pascal, or those who talk about the wager now, argue that the cost of faith is minimal, while the potential rewards are literally out of this world. Should we say “unfathomable”?

Right at the beginning of this argument is a monstrous contradiction. A member of God’s “chosen people” is very tolerant of other people’s freedom to employ faith as they wish, simply because they know they are one of God's people, while unbelievers (of their faith) are not as fortunate. It’s a crazy mind game the religious play with one another, telling themselves that they are extremely tolerant, loving, and forgiving, while what hold this condescension in place is a “knowledge” that those who reject their own belief are going to hell, not to the supposed reward which their doctrine says awaits them at death.

So rather than, as Pascal’s wager supposes, the gamble of a belief in god imposing nothing more than minor inconveniences, we see that even the most faithful must face the ultimate Eternal Russian Roulette and hope like hell that they picked the one true church, if it happens to exist on the earth at the time. My religion of origin taught that the “true church” only appeared among various societies infrequently, and was often absent for centuries and at a time. So the starting cost of Pascal’s wager couldn’t be higher.

If we assume that you are lucky enough to be born into a family of “god’s chosen people”, and that your god is the actual god, not a false god, mind you, let’s explore the further supposed “minimal” inconveniences of a new child or young adult accepting Pascal’s wager.

Steffan Moleneaux of freedomainradio.com once provided a great example of the mental cost imposed by religious epistemology on a child. He talks of a family at the dinner table, where parents and siblings pass containers of food to one another, as normal. But at this meal, one of the dishes is a bowl that contains some sort of invisible apples. The newest member to this faithful family sees everyone else, one by one, reaching into the seemingly empty bowl, and removing something invisible, which they bite into without any noise or other observable clues as to the magical food’s mysterious nature. Each older family member supposedly really enjoys their chewing and tasting experience. As the bowl is passed around, eventually it makes it to the youngest, the new kid. Now it’s their turn to look into the bowl and into everyone’s eyes, as they expect them to reach in and take an “apple”.

Religious doctrines across the earth, all 4500 or so of them, are presented to new family members in a very analogous way as Steffan Molyneaux’s bowl of invisible apples. A baby is taught by their family and community to use their mind and senses. They are taught to expect consistency, objectivity, and rationality from their world. Everything they learn is taught in this way, with just one exception. Like a bowl of invisible fruit at an otherwise sensible family dinner, the child is asked to accept the idea that rationality applies to everything in the world that they do, think, and discover, with the notable exception of all things “spiritual”.

The problem with this logic is that the definition of “all things spiritual” includes life, death, and one’s mind. When religions refer to things that are “spiritual”, what they do is hijack everything that is human. Love, joy, peace, long suffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, meekness, and temperance are all human faculties. Many religions, however, teach their members to treat such aspects of human nature as somehow “divine”, “spiritual”, or “mystical”. They’ve claimed as “theirs”, something that is as natural to humans as breathing. Just as the gay community seeks to hijack the rainbow as exclusively their exclusive property, while having no effect on the physics of a rainbow, religious communities attempt to hijack the nature of the human experience, and claim it as the virtues or the vices of their own specific doctrine. They haven’t changed or described a secret aspect of the supernatural. They’ve merely redefined the natural so it can enliven their narratives.

So the second casualty, or cost, to accepting Pascal’s wager is rationality. That poor child at the family dinner must make one of two no-win choices. The most common choice is to reach for an invisible apple at the cost of having to then fake reality from that time forward. The second choice which almost no child is equipped to make is to reject the thinking of their faithful family members who will be providing their next several years of key life support, labeling them as crazy, deluded, or perhaps actual enemies in some freakish imaginary eternal war. What kind of post-traumatic stress could you hope to avoid in such a nightmare scenario?

I could go on, but after my discussion with my friend, the horror of Pascal’s wager truly came into my view. What it is proposing is that one set aside their rational mind in order to accept a random set of mental programming that they hope, despite all evidence, rationality, and in the face of billions of dissenters, might be accurate, and greatly reward them–not at some point later in their life, like a most good investments, but long after any investment could sensibly matter–once they are in their grave.

I know very well the religious rebuttal to my conclusions. My religious family members and friends would advise me that I certainly don’t have to give up my rational mind, but only a small portion of it, which needn’t interfere with the objective scientific approach to the rest of life. That’s what my friend told me. But it is a blatant lie. That child, and everyone who accepts the gamble of faith must pay terrible and life-changing costs in their personal lives. The reason why they accept such costs and refuse to see them or their magnitude is that they are all under the illusion that they’ve already won the eternal lottery, so price is no object. Observe the interesting fact that even the Bible refutes Mr. Pascal, referring to a reward in heaven as a “pearl of great price”.

The more I consider the magnitude of the religious scam that has persisted throughout human history, supported by such appologists as Pascal, the angrier I get. Of course, all I’ve referred to so far are the personal costs. But the child being conned into taking their first invisible apple foreshadows the greater cost of Pascal’s priceless pearl–the social or economic cost.
Consider the fact that our civilization today is descended from thousands of years of slavery. Our species has never been free of it, except for the occasional pockets of brief freedom, when peaceful people were able to cooperate and to produce without the fear of pirates. Despite the history lessons, slavery persists to this day, having evolved into the incremental slavery of democracy. For the vast majority of our history, we’ve been plagued by the dogma of “might makes right”. Those with power, from tyrannical parents to the Genghis Khans of our nightmares, have used this excuse to enslave and plunder the productive within their reach, for all of our social history.

Humanity has never had the sense of a flock of sheep or a colony of ants to work productively together for any length of time without getting possessed by the demons of envy, fear, and the desire to control one another’s lives. We already fear our neighbor more than any other living thing on earth or in heaven. In this toxic environment, how well do you think we can afford to add the insane variable of Pascal’s wager? The devastating one-two punch of “Might makes right”, and “In God We Trust” has kept our ancestors crawling through pain and poverty, and with today’s power-enhancing technologies, it threatens to cause the end of our species.

Our pirate heritage and religious addiction has resulted in a global culture of death worship. Pascal may have sold his wager with the biggest understatement on record when he referred to “finite losses”. Finite just means “less than infinite”. For those who have paid the price in death, sorrow, and fear, as we’ve struggled against institutional stupidity, the losses have been infinite, as they encompassed everything in their shortened lives. I’m no longer remotely interested in considering Pascal’s wager. The cost is monstrous, and any god who would require such a thing could only be a nightmare in any possible heaven.


Kabui’s Wager


There are many wagers I would make. One of my absolute favorites is the one I discovered almost two years ago when I met a Chef from Kenya, Njathi Kabui. He proposed a wager which is focussed on this time here on earth, and on a subject which he calls “life worship”, centered on eating well.

From the fantastic visions of heaven discussed by Pascal to Kabui’s earthly passion with food, the two wagers represent opposite poles. Pascal, despite his scientific interests, was shackled by the mystical. Kabui is empowering himself and his audience through the most realistic and practical of all life-support: our food.

The reason why I call this essay Kabui’s Wager is because Chef’s thesis is so much harder to swallow than the products of his kitchen. He proposes that over the last 200 years or so, humanity has lost the common knowledge of the most basic skill of our ancestors–how to eat. Like religion’s hijacking of natural human feelings, Kabui claims that technological and political errors have hijacked humanity’s natural ability to eat. Mass production of food has erased the common knowledge of farming and sustainability from most of our minds, and a centralized global food system has deleted most of the nutrition from our food, replacing it with flavors, textures, low prices, convenience, popularity, security, etcetera.

I started taking a course from Chef Kabui almost two full years ago, and it has definitely enhanced my life. How can I summarize his coursework and state his wager? I mentioned death worship above, and I believe this has contributed to the fall of human food sovereignty. Our food today is killing us. Our dependence on government leadership and our super-abundance of “foodstuffs” leaves us senseless in the face of hotdogs, icecream, and high fructose corn syrup. Through his classes and lectures, Chef is trying to expose the full nature of the modern day character of our ancestral death worship. He’s trying to fight it, and I think he’s found a way.

Kabui’s wager is that we gamble with our life when we eat today. He claims that what we now call food is only food by decree, or fiat food. Every time we eat from the centralized global supply chain, we incur ever-compounding losses. On the other hand, if we were to eat food such as what he teaches in his Afro-futuristic cuisine, with nutritious and cleanly produced ingredients, our eating experience will be win-win, and will show rapid positive health results.

Chef Kabui asks that his students and listeners consider his thesis about the present alarming nature of today’s food system and gamble on his cuisine. I’ve had so much fun, here on earth, gambling on his ideas for life worship centered on my kitchen, that I’ve completely lost all interest in life after death worship.


[rework Kabui’s wager to reflect Chef’s son, Kabui, and his challenge to deal with the world, his dad, and the thesis of Just Food. At age of 4, Kabui could run on a treadmill for 56 min. At age 5 he saw his dad working out and managed 100 pushups. Today he’s competing easily with school kids 2 years older than him in running, He’s the #3 runner in his school, and the #2 & #1 position is held by 8th graders. Afro Futuristic Cuisine is like nutritional steroids. At age 9 he could easily do 20 pull ups. These kids are being raised by a dad who has lived his whole life fueled by nutritional steroids, so he is very energetic. Their dad keeps them active in summers, compared to other kids, spending a lot of time outdoors. He would take them on 2-4 mile runs. Sometimes they would run for 2 miles, then go play tennis. That is a typical summer routine happening 2 times a week. ]


[we are teaching students of JFU (Just Food University) to take Kabui’s wager. That wager doesn’t expect complete acceptance of his claim that we’ve lost the battle for our food, but that they make a bet on it being true. This will allow them to take the life-saving action necessary to save their health and to restore humanity’s food sovereignty. People know without the personal experience of eating off of Chef cuisine that food is a danger as well as their life support. J.F.U. offers the possibility that there exists a set of ingredients and a cuisine that offers food which is just life support, without the danger.]

Muthoni’s Dilemma

By Don Thayù

We who live today have inherited a war. It is a war in which our ancestors lost. It is a war that very few people even know is being fought. It is the war for our freedom. It is the war for human independence.

This war was won by the pirates among our ancestors, long ago, but there’s always hope. As Etienne De La Botie said so beautifully in his Discourse on Voluntary Servitude, over 500 years ago, “There are always a few, better endowed than others, who feel the weight of the yoke and cannot restrain themselves from attempting to shake it off…Even if liberty had entirely perished from the earth, such men would invent it.”

As parents, most of us are familiar with the eternal complaint from their children, “Why?”

“Why do I have to do chores?”

“Why do I have to read?”

“Why do I have to study?”

“Why do I have to learn these construction techniques?”

“Why do I have to help on the farm?”

The answer is a simple one, but one that most parents never know or want to share, because they have become victims of this war. I will articulate it here, before proceeding.

The answer to these whys, the answer lost to our minds today, yet clear in the minds of all the warriors of our past, and in the minds of those few who still fight today for freedom and liberty, is this: You must do these things, my child, because we are at war, and if you want to make it through this war and remain human, you have to live the life of a warrior.

For the “Whys” that will inevitably follow such an answer, here is some of the rest of the “adult education” a warrior-parent could share with their child:

“We live in a world where our entire society is designed to tell you that you are a slave; that your property is only yours by permission, not by right. You’ll be told to strive for adulthood, and then discover that it is a scam, that true adulthood is too dangerous to be permitted. The only adulthood you’ll experience is a watered down version that will be licensed to you by your masters, and can be easily taken away. Your slavery will be sold to you under the flag of freedom and liberty, but, nonetheless, you were born into slavery and you’ll remain a slave. You’ll be given one of two choices, to either be a slave, or to be a master. I want to be free, and I refuse to be either one. I am determined to give you that same third choice. I want you to be free, and that means I have a duty, as your parent, to help you become a warrior. You also must do these things because freedom and liberty are not prizes to be won, but are merely the successful escape from different types of prison. Should you win your freedom and liberty, the real work begins, and your skills as a warrior will then be put to their proper use, in the continual fight against entropy. You’ll fight for creativity, productivity, efficiency, knowledge, understanding, empathy, wisdom, and joy. These things aren’t free gifts from the universe. If we want to live as humans, we have to fight. We have to fight other people, in order to avoid the pirates among us, and we have to fight against nature in order to build the life we love, and to make the world a better place for me and for you. That’s why you must read, work, learn, practice, fail, iterate, and succeed. I want you to be a healthy human being. The alternative is the norm we see all around us–confused slaves, looking for better and better victim stories, hoping the universe will somehow help them endure life until the blessed release of the grave grants them their reward in heaven. I want to live, and I want to teach you to love your life. That means, we’re warriors, not slaves or masters.”

The answer could go on for quite a while, and understanding will probably take a long time, but if we want our children to be human, it’s the only way.

Parents today don’t share these things with their children because the pirates among our ancient ancestors achieved a major victory. Out of a need to survive as pirates, they became humanity’s intellectuals. The institutions we all use and depend upon every day were either designed, or heavily influenced, by them. 

Today’s parents are the children of the children of many generations of victims. They are conquered warriors who have lost their true identity. The identity of a warrior had become very dangerous, so they replaced it with something that felt safer. The world over, they have accepted the identity of a slave, or of an eternal child.

Instead of arming our children with the very simple knowledge of the fact that they are participants in an ongoing struggle, we instead add to their burden by perpetuating the moral fog in which we all live.

Slavery never went away. It is too profitable. It simply and smoothly transformed into something much less obvious, and far more profitable–the incremental slavery of democracy.

This war has produced an endless stream of victims and consequences. One such consequence I’ll describe here as “Mùthoni’s Dilemma”.

Mùthoni’s Dilemma

Mùthoni is a very smart and beautiful young woman, age 13, who found herself caught up in a game and a project that was instigated by her father, and his friend.

Mùthoni’s father is a very radical Chef, with ideas he hopes to spread to as many people as he can. His ideas are controversial, and he holds them very passionately. This passion has spilled over into his parenting. Thus, Mùthoni has the burden, and privilege, of being raised by a slightly fanatic, yet loving, father.

The game I'm referring to is a health game. Mùthoni’s father has, through long experimentation and thought, developed his own gourmet cuisine, as well as a weight loss program, designed to help people reach their ideal body weight. Mùthoni and her brother, age 11, were often on the receiving end of these food experiments, and as a result, they have eaten nothing but the best quality foods their father could find. She will have to be the judge as to the flavor and personal appeal of her father’s cuisine, but without exception, the nutritional quality of the food she has grown up eating has been top tier.

Mùthoni is attending public school in the United States. She has friends and acquaintances from her school, and from time to time, the subject of health, and specifically, weight, is brought into their daily conversation. One major aspect of U.S. schools, an aspect deliberately designed as a key part of the structure by John Dewey himself (inventor of the Dewey Decimal System), is the system of peer pressure. Much like the pecking order in a chicken coop, school kids naturally sort themselves into tribes. This peer pressure nearly always surpasses the power of its institutional predecessor–family pressure.

An emergent property of US government education is the fact that nothing is more central to young women of Mùthoni’s age than self image. Body weight is a very significant factor in these calculations.

When her Chef father and his friend, over speaker phone, began discussing their different weights, both their current and recent measurements, Mùthoni was caught up in the dialogue. Soon the scale was brought out, and everyone was weighing themselves. Her father’s friend had been 254 lbs a little over 3 weeks ago, and had lost a good 25 pounds with a combination of fasting and breaking his fasts with her father’s cuisine. He now stood just under 230 lbs. Her father weighed in at just over 150 lbs. Mùthoni and her brother got in the game, reporting 109 lbs and 70 lbs, respectively.

Now Mùthoni was caught. Her self-image had her standing somewhere around 100 lbs. This was sort of like a grade, regarded by herself, and by her school friends, as a significant part of their self images, and of their view of each other. Mùthoni was caught by surprise, seeing the scale sit at 109, and her immediate response was, “I need to lose some weight!”

I’m writing this article to connect a few things that may benefit from a close examination. What is going on in Mùthoni’s mind? What do we know? What is her environment? What can we deduce?

The pecking order of government education, perhaps all over the world, but specifically in the good old USA, is a fierce thing to experience. The peer pressure of government schools is a culture in and of itself. It overwrites much of the other cultural influences a child or young adult may experience. Family culture, national culture, religious culture, and many other influences crash like waves upon the rock of peer pressure.

Mùthoni’s response to the scale had strong implications to her. She saw it in light of the friends she associates with at school. The opinion of her parents and her brother pale to insignificance when compared to the impact the opinions her school friends will have. Should that number get out, what would they think? Out of self defense, she knew she must lose a few pounds to regain her ideal, the ideal constructed by her self-image.

But Mùthoni was missing a key factor. Her father had identified a major problem in human society. As a side effect, she had become immune to the physical effects of this problem. She was not, however, immune to the psychological effects, as the scale proved.

Mùthoni’s Chef father had discovered a problem so vast that it actually qualifies as one of humanity’s grand challenges. He named it the “food system”.

Mùthoni’s father grew up in Kenya, and had experienced village life, eating the indigenous food, and speaking the Kikuyu language of the culture there. Never using refrigeration or the canning process, his food experience was based on a living food supply chain. Traveling to the US as a young college student, he experienced the food system of Western Civilization. He tasted the refrigerated milk, the canned and frozen foods, and the fast foods that were the product of our present day centralized global food supply chain. He was not impressed. Not only did the food disagree with him, but over the course of a few short months, he began to feel the ill effects on his body. Shortly thereafter, he searched out and found the local food growers, and began eating as close as he could manage to the indigenous diet which had served him so well in his childhood.

His experience was so profound that it shaped his college education and his purpose. He has worked for the past three decades to learn the depths to which the global food supply chain’s nutritional value has dropped. He learned that the quality had dropped to such a level that not only was the nutritional value pathetic when compared to the organic indigenous food he grew up with, but it was, in many cases, actually toxic. He linked this poor and dangerous state of the global food system to the global health crisis being experienced in every nation that has adopted it. Because of these findings, he was determined to find the highest quality and the least contaminated food available here in the US.

This is exclusively what he has been eating for the last 30 years, and that is the food that Mùthoni and her brother have eaten, as well. Her father has done his best to prevent her and her brother from even tasting what he now calls “fiat food”, determined to keep their pallets and microbiomes hungering for the virtuous, and distaining the viscous.

This epic “food fight”, instigated by her father, and taken up passively and actively by nearly everyone Mùthoni has met, is a constant battle. Mùthoni, unlike her father, is a stranger in a strange land, not because of any cultural misalignment, but simply because food is such a powerful connective tissue of society. Her food is so different from that of her friends, their families, and nearly everyone she knows. This incompatibility contributes to the dilemma she faces every day–to get along with Dad, or to fit in. Both choices have dire consequences. In some ways, especially as a young woman making her way through the chaos of the US government “education” system, it must seem like a no-win scenario.

But what Mùthoni has yet to discover is the depth of her good fortune. For all of her friends at school, weight is going to be a constant battle. Mental health, physical health, and body weight are severely impacted by the quality of one’s food. The fear that almost oozes from the pores of her friends is well-founded, and our US culture is flooded with that fear. Should I eat that donut? Should I take one more helping of spaghetti, or one more slice of garlic bread? How much am I going to have to pay for the choices my appetite forces upon me?

For those of us stuck in, and addicted to the fiat food system, food is always a win-lose scenario. What makes our taste buds happy destroys us, and our medical system is severely overloaded with the consequences.

Compounding the problem is the fact that our medical system has evolved not only to cope with an ever-increasing load, but to defend the fiat food system that is its cause. We never hear doctors talking seriously about a patient’s weight. We don’t see scales at Walmart, but heart and blood pressure monitors. There is no profit in people responsibly managing their weight, but there are billions to be made in managing the symptoms of the overweight.

Here in the United States, we believe to our core that obesity is a natural part of getting older, and our medicine is designed to manage our ever expanding weight. It is forced to cooperate with, or to go to war with our food system, and the global food system, as Mùthoni’s father learned, is far too profitable and well-established to make such a fight seem wise.

Besides, there never was a better win-win scenario than a financial alliance between the food system and the medical system. One sets up the body to fail, and the other specializes in profiting from the sick care of failing bodies.

As a young adult, Mùthoni is not only profiting from the excellent health of youth, but from the excellent quality of her food. The fears that plague her peers and that she sees in the media all around her are not applicable to her. Her weight is not only healthy, but the threat of fatty liver disease, obesity, and heart disease we see in more and more young people is something she will completely dodge, if she continues in her diet as she has begun.

Her father has learned that fiat food spreads so much of the physical disease and disorder we see, and that this sickness has a strong and pervasive mental aspect to it, which spreads just as easily. Mùthoni, because of her diet, is immune to the physical diseases caused by fiat food, since she does not partake of it. But the psychology of fiat culture is much more difficult to dodge.

In writing this, I’ve had to assume much about Mùthoni’s life and thought process. I beg her forgiveness. I could be completely wrong. Of course, I am the friend of her father I mentioned above, and I’ve just begun what is turning into a lifelong journey of abstaining from fiat food. I’m learning to support my health with gourmet food from her father’s cuisine. I can only imagine what it must be like for her and her brother, being raised by a Chef who is so driven by his vision. But that vision is contagious. It only takes a brief look to see the truth about our food system. Her father is trying his best to be a warrior parent, and to raise warriors instead of slaves or masters.

Mùthoni’s dilemma, as I see it, is that she must choose whether or not to continue to eat the food of her childhood. Should she value it, along with the flavors and the health benefits, she will continue to be an outsider. Food is so integral to human interactions that it will take a strong character to make such a fundamental social choice. On the other hand, she could choose to lessen the mental pressure, and to avoid all the arguments, explanations, and inconveniences imposed by nearly unique dietary requirements. She could become all-American, and enjoy the party that fiat food offers.

I was so fascinated to hear her response to the scale. I have adult female friends who now weigh more than I do, and who aspire to reach an ideal body weight of 150 lbs or so. The funny thing, from my perspective, about Mùthoni’s situation, is that she has absolutely nothing to worry about physically. The problem I see she must face is all psychological, and I hope she has the strength of mind and character to see what a unique opportunity she has with a chef as a father, and not just any chef, but THE Chef, Master Kabui. I know of no one else who is doing the work he is doing, and I think his cuisine and philosophy is going to take the world by storm.

Mùthoni’s school friends, as long as they stay plugged into the fiat food system, will always be battling with the monster consequences of fiat food. But that monster will never set eyes upon her if she continues as she’s begun.

It’s such a unique problem that I wanted to write about it. It must be something like growing up in a liquor store, surrounded by drinkers and alcoholics, but refusing ever to drink. She must see the delicious flavor combinations and the very powerful advertisements, and continue to live as if they didn’t matter. That would require a strong character indeed. Or maybe it’s like a religious convert living among heathens, or an atheist surrounded by religious fanatics. What a thing to ask of your child. What a thing for Mùthoni to ask of herself.

But what is your health worth? To a young person, health is quite often a free gift. As a man in my early 50’s, my gift of health is well-worn and falling apart. If I could buy a new one, I would. But maybe, just maybe, in a way, I can. If, as Chef Kabui says, our food system in Western Culture is not designed so much for our health as it is for mass production, appeal, and ever-increasing sales, then the best way to recapture the lost health of my youth may be through my food choices, and a deliberate decision to return to my ideal body weight.

I’ve been a fan of life extension technologies since I first learned about the subject. Stem cell research, Elon Musk’s Neuralink, miracle pills to manage the telomeres of our chromosomes–it all sounds fascinating. It makes me wonder if I’ll live long enough to see medical research solve aging itself, and allow me to live a healthy life for several hundred more years. But realistically, I probably won’t.

However, since meeting Chef Kabui, I’ve realized that he may well be right in his belief that our global medical crisis is almost exclusively a function of our failing food system. If he’s right, then the best shot I have at life extension is to lose another 60 lbs, and to eat as uncontaminated, and as nutritionally sound food as I can find.

We are at war for our freedom. Chef talks about food justice, food literacy, and the terrible power of the fiat food system. This is just one aspect of the fight for our freedom and liberty. Chef believes that at present one of the best moves for any warrior is to fight for the quality of our food. It isn’t toppling any government, or changing any presidencies, but it just might change our world for the better, and free us from the horrible trap of fiat food.

I wish Mùthoni and her brother the best in their fight. They have a unique position to either defend or abandon, depending on what their strength allows. I’m rocked every day as an addict to fiat food, trying to recover my health and learn a new way to eat. They are looking at this battle from the other side, having the experience of many years of good eating, and now having to exercise the willpower of maintaining such a solid stance in the face of a world of food junkies. I honestly don’t know which is the tougher fight, but I'm happy to do my part.

The Economics Of Eating

The one lesson of good health


By Don Thaayù

To eat, or not to eat. That is the question.

There is a great movie out there called A Beautiful Mind. It was my first intro to the mental state of paranoid schizophrenia. It’s a story about a brilliant guy who just happened to see imaginary people from time to time. It led me to learn more about multiple personality disorder, and helped fuel my interest in philosophy and neuroscience.

It’s funny now, from my current non-religious perspective, to see how quick we are to label people as “crazy” or “wicked”. More often than not, we just want people to submit to our will, to our moral conclusions, so we categorize anyone who doesn’t agree with us as “crazy”, or some similar categorization.

The fact is that a split-, or multiple-personality is kind of the norm for human beings. Every desire or value that we invest in, over time, develops its own personality, of a sort. For example, there is the “me” who wants to be really productive. If that were the only me, I’d probably be doing pretty well, though maybe traumatized in other areas. But that’s not the only “me” in my head. There’s the gamer me, the parent me, the procrastinating me, the responsible friend me, the sad me, the tired and hungry me, the planner me (that’s the one who conspires with my procrastinator, telling themselves that making plans is the same as production), and several others.

I don’t think I'm alone in this situation. I suspect that, to some degree or other, most humans have a kind of political, or economic battle going on inside their heads all the time.

Another version of this is the story of feeding the right wolf, where a native American chief counsels his warriors to give their energy only to the version of their internal “wolf” which serves them, rather than to the one that will destroy them and those around them.

Multiple wolves, or split-personalities, the human mind is a bit of a battle ground.

This brings us to the economics of eating. Almost. First, I have to reference one of my favorite books, Economics in One Lesson, by Henry Hazlitt.

In this book, Mr. Hazlitt describes his “one lesson” like this: any economic policy is “good” if it serves all people at all times. If either of these conditions are broken, then such an economic policy is a “bad” one. For example, a reverence for and a defense of private property is a “good” economic policy, as it serves and benefits all people at all times, harming only those who wish to profit at another’s expense, against their will. Private property is, in principle, good for all, only harming those who wish to prey on others.

Another “good” policy would be one which promotes and enforces a general non-aggression policy, one in which anyone who initiates the use of force against another is stopped and punished. This moral and economic code is good for all, ensuring general peace and welfare, and is harmful only to those wishing to initiate the threat or the actuality of harm to others unjustly.

An example of a “bad” economic policy is taxation, or one of its many fruits, such as government welfare or a social security program. Taxation is theft, benefiting only those with the power to enforce it, at the expense of those who are forced to pay it. Welfare and social security benefit specific interest groups at the expense of others, without their consent.

I love his analysys. He describes his “one lesson” right away, then spends the rest of the book supporting his thesis. I find his arguments self-evident and very instructive. Now we are ready to eat!

If you live with a sort of political system within your mind, then a wise “economic” policy would benefit you very much. For example, we could say there is a special interest group located in your mouth. It’s your taste buds. They are lobbyists who constantly petition your mind for control over the jaws and the hands at specific times. When the foods they love are available, they team up with your slobber to make a strong case for their benefit.

Another part of your personal economic makeup is your stomach. It is supported by your heart, your vascular system, your liver, kidneys, pancreas, your lungs, and more. Pretty much every part of your body’s physical composition outside of the mouth is the citizenry, so to speak, that makes up your body politic. They are the ones who reap the benefit of the taste buds, the teeth, the salivary glands, and your chewing and swallowing muscles. They are also the poor slobs that get taxed to pay for poor economic eating choices, enforced by the mouth lobby.

My buddy and mentor, Chef Njathi Kabui, has, through the effort of decades, identified a serious problem with our food. Rather than the solved problem we’ve been sold, our global food system is anything but safe and supportive of human health and growth. The details are amazing, scary, and discouraging. But he has provided a fix and a wonderful alternative in his Afro-Futuristic Cuisine. Not only is his food delicious, but nutrition and purity are at the core of his “just food” approach to eating.

I bring up my association with Chef Kabui because it gives us a solid dilemma to chew, along with our food. Before he came along, the advice of the best nutritional and medical authorities was “diet and exercise”. Oh, and pills. And regular checkups. Now, fortunately, we have access to a full analysis of the scope of the failure and dangers of our global food supply chain, as well as locations for emerging supply chains with the potential to reverse a deadly situation. In other words, with his thesis and ongoing work, we now have a clearer picture of what we are up against when hunger strikes, and we are fully able to make use of the “one lesson” Henry Hazlitt spoke of, and apply it to our own internal political situation.

When we take a bite of anything, it has the short term consequence of providing certain services to the lobby (the mouth and appetite), as well as medium and long term consequences to the overall health of the entire cellular body politic.

How are you doing with your economic knowledge? If you don’t know about how bad most of the food available in our markets and restaurants is, I suggest you attend some of Chef Kabui’s lectures and classes. If you know, then let’s ask this question: are you making use of the “one lesson” as you eat? Is the bite you’re taking right now serving the lobby only, at the expense of the body politic? Is the bite you are chewing creating a tax that will be imposed on the rest of your body, a fiat load, as soon as you swallow? Are you satisfying your friends and family as they pressure you to “pick your poison”, to “eat, drink, and be merry, for health insurance covers everything”? Are you employing, with each bite, a policy that serves one specific part of your body at the expense of the rest?
I love my Chef Kabui. He offers a priceless commodity in allowing us to once again think of our food supply chain, our recipes, and our meals, as a solved problem. He offers the food abundance and flavor that we crave, but without the tax of fiat food. By applying the economics of eating that he teaches, we are able to, with every bite, satisfy the lobby in our mouths, while passing on great benefit and power to the rest of the body politic. This is the economics of eating. Let’s learn this “one lesson”, and apply it with every bite.

Decolonization of Salad Outfit



This might be my last recipe I will be creating for the year. It was inspired by my first student who paid for my class in cryptocurrency back in  February 2021. That essentially made her the first entrant and practitioner of my thesis of Just Food  as an antidote to Death Worship. The concept of Just Food and Unjust Food( also referred to Colonized Food) are the polar opposites in my classification of the food system along the binary of Life Worship and Death Worship as the main foundation of of my thesis relating to the broader topic of Food Justice. All that is a story of another day. Since then, a handful of other practitioners have followed suit and completed the whole course with amazing results. I have learned just as much as I have shared as I have experimented on taking indigenous concepts about food and fashioning them in a modern global food system.


My approach towards foods may sound highly exaggerated and so I wonder why they should pay for something that is so basic that anyone can figure out almost intuitively. That is not a problem that is unique in my experience but the experience of most new concepts. Knowing that has kept me focused on what my passion and interest is regardless of whether anyone ever pay for it. It was a great breakthrough to gain traction outside of academia and other institutions. Lindsey Thomas started a new phase in my work. 


Now that the consequences of food injustices are becoming more obvious as poor diet causes havoc in the health of more and more people across the globe, my ideas seem to gain acceptance more and more. The biggest news in Kenya about a renowned preacher who spent KSH.460 million shillings on cancer treatment in the U.S over one year must have turned the most heads. My thesis is that humans have been set up by having their food culture colonized in front of their eyes. That colonization has taken the form of food illiteracy that has literally erased the advanced food culture over our evolutionary history that is itself the foundation of our advancement as a species. But for the sake of profits a few powerful idiots are on the verge of destroying all the advances of the man species. Extinction of many species has been the cost we have had to pay, but now humans are facing the same extinction as a reality. 

You do math and tell me how sustainable it is for anyone to spend KSH 460 million shillings for medical treatment. While it is true that some of the illnesses might be related to other things, the truth of the matter is that we know all too well what the side effects of the chemicals we use in our food are. 

So I shared here my best vinaigrette I made for the year. Since I am focused on decolonizing our food, I am closing the year with the decolonization of the word vinaigrette. A French word for a salad dressing, typically made with vinegar, oil and spice. In line with my futuristic thinking of ever pushing the boundaries, I decided to formulate a name that would be most appropriate for salad dressing in my language. I arrived at the name Njuthi. I borrowed the word for sauce, mùchuthi and the first letters from the word, njuthí, meaning raw. Since a salad is a form of raw dish, the word for something that makes the salad much more attractive would be our equivalent to vinaigrette.  Funny enough it is just one letter off from my name. 

Ironically, the first Njuthi was named after my first student who paid for a class using cryptocurrency. She was also the first person to pay for a couple. Though the couple did not finish the class as agreed, they opened the door for the next couple of Kenyans living in Australia. TTLT is her mission name and she is still in the class with great plans. 

That she used cryptocurrency to pay for the class is very symbolic as the whole idea behind cryptocurrency is to offer an alternative to fiat currency which robs the currency holder through inflation. That kind of robbery through inflation is exactly the kind of robbery I have observed in food by pushing food that leaves us poorer, much poorer, over time as the case of KSH. 460 million shillings above demonstrates. It is kind of neat to have the first couple paying for the class in a currency that is designed for the same mission that my food is designed for.  Talking about design, the recipe in focus is the first one since the publication of a book on food design by Franseca Zampollo in Italy that was published this week. Contributed an essay and was profiled in the book. It was great to see a picture of the traditional kitchen in my village home in a big book. 

I therefore named my finest Njuthi in honor of the work she has done over the last two years. 

Please visit my website for the recipe that she had paid for to make it available to all. It is our gift and celebration for all the good things that each and everyone out there did to push life worship.

Eat well and worship life. 

Futuristic Vinaigrette

TTLT Njuthi

Ingredients

4 leaves dried holy basil,

2 cracked pieces of 1 star of anise

pinch of caraway seeds

5 peppercorn

Pinch of salt

Juice from 1 lemon

1 tsp chopped fresh parsley

5 leaves fresh oregano

1 tbsp tamarind paste

1 tsp olive oil

1medium clove of garlic

pinch of grated nutmeg

touch of maple syrup

Process:

Pound all the dry ingredients together

Add the Lemon,oil and Tamarind paste And mix throughly

Grate some Nutmeg as last step.

Serve with salad, boiled beans or radish salad.

Decolonized Salad OutfiT

This might be my last recipe I will be creating for the year. It was inspired by my first student who paid for my class in cryptocurrency back in  February 2021. That essentially made her the first entrant and practitioner of my thesis of Just Food 

As an Antidote to Death Worship. That is a story of another day. Since then, a handful of other practitioners have followed suit. I have learned just as much as I have shared. 


My approach towards foods may sound highly exaggerated and so I wonder why they should pay for something that is so basic that anyone can figure out almost intuitively. That is not a problem that is unique in my experience but the experience of most new concepts. Knowing that has kept me focused on what my passion and interest is regardless of whether anyone ever pay for it. It was a great breakthrough to gain traction outside of academia and other institutions. Lindsey Thomas started a new phase in my work. 


Now that the consequences of food injustices are becoming more obvious as poor diet causes havoc in the health of more and more people across the globe, my ideas seem to gain acceptance more and more. The biggest news in Kenya about a renowned preacher who spent KSH.460 million shillings on cancer treatment in the U.S over one year must have turned the most heads. My thesis is that humans have been set up by having their food culture colonized in front of their eyes. That colonization has taken the form of food illiteracy that has literally erased the advanced food culture over our evolutionary history that is itself the foundation of our advancement as a species. But for the sake of profits a few powerful idiots are on the verge of destroying all the advances of the man species. Extinction of many species has been the cost we have had to pay, but now humans are facing the same extinction as a reality. 


You do math and tell me how sustainable it is for anyone to spend KSH 460 million shillings for medical treatment. While it is true that some of the illnesses might be related to other things, the truth of the matter is that we know all too well what the side effects of the chemicals we use in our food are. 


So I shared here my best vinaigrette I made for the year. Since I am focused on decolonizing our food, I am closing the year with the decolonization of the word vinaigrette. A French word for a salad dressing, typically made with vinegar, oil and spice. In line with my futuristic thinking of ever pushing the boundaries, I decided to formulate a name that would be most appropriate for salad dressing in my language. I arrived at the name Njuthi. I borrowed the word for sauce, mùchuthi and the first letters from the word, njuthí, meaning raw. Since a salad is a form of raw dish, the word for something that makes the salad much more attractive would be our equivalent to vinaigrette.  Funny enough it is just one letter off from my name. 


Ironically, the first Njuthi was named after my first student who paid for a class using cryptocurrency. She was also the first person to pay for a couple. Though the couple did not finish the class as agreed, they opened the door for the next couple of Kenyans living in Australia. TTLT is her mission name and she is still in the class with great plans. 


That she used cryptocurrency to pay for the class is very symbolic as the whole idea behind cryptocurrency is to offer an alternative to fiat currency which robs the currency holder through inflation. That kind of robbery through inflation is exactly the kind of robbery I have observed in food by pushing food that leaves us poorer, much poorer, over time as the case of KSH. 460 million shillings above demonstrates. It is kind of neat to have the first couple paying for the class in a currency that is designed for the same mission that my food is designed for.  Talking about design, the recipe in focus is the first one since the publication of a book on food design by Franseca Zampollo in Italy that was published this week. Contributed an essay and was profiled in the book. It was great to see a picture of the traditional kitchen in my village home in a big book. 


I therefore named my finest Njuthi in honor of the work she has done over the last two years. 


Please visit my website for the recipe that she had paid for to make it available to all. It is our gift and celebration for all the good things that each and everyone out there did to push life worship. 


Eat well and worship life.