Category Archives: Food

What “Chopped” Tells Us About Healthcare

As a food trucker and a pastor, I know this to be true.

The healthcare system (or lack of one) is bankrupting people all over the country. It’s bankrupting both the working poor and the working middle-class who have become the working poor.

The ACA (Obamacare) helped some people and hurt others. That’s something I also know from experience as a pastor and a food trucker.

The ACA has had a punitive effect on many families. The Republican attempts to replace it so far only seem to punish other sets of people.

Medicare For All seems like a good next step. By 2020, all Democrats running for President will embrace it, and a good portion of the Republican field will offer their own versions of it.

I pray for all who can’t wait that long.
 

On the Hot Dog Vendor in Berkeley

As a food trucker, I deal with the permitting process all the time. Some municipalities make it easy. Some make it very hard. Some charge reasonable fees. Some charge outlandish and unjust ones.

I don’t like that this gentleman was shut down, but I understand the need for regulation. That said, street vendors are routinely and illegally denied their 14th Amendment rights by municipal codes and fee structures that favor some food operators over others. That’s bad enough. The officer’s appeal to “law and order” seems, given the context and current state of political discourse, like something of a dog-whistle for something else.

Even if I’m wrong about that, I’m right about this: There’s no way the office should be going into this man’s wallet and taking his money as “evidence.” There’s no way to know if any of that cash was from that day’s vending, period. Probable cause? No way to know how much, if any, of that cash had anything to do with “illegal” vending.

Watch the video and judge for yourself.

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Maundy Thursday Common Meal

Tonight, we talked about imagining “every time you do this, do it in remembrance of me” as being about so much more than ritual. We shared a wonderful time together, sang around the table, looked at the community in Acts 2 through the lens of Holy Thursday, ate pineapple upside-down cake, and shared traditional elements.

I put the flow together and realized it looked like a chalice.

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I loved our gathering and I love these people.

Starting a Food Truck Business?

I know much more about food trucking than I do about live internet video-casting, but don’t let that stop you from checking out the video below with the whats and hows and whys you need to think about before hitting the road on your own.

 

Paxil Christi (For Lorenzo Albacete)

Paxil Christi
for Lorenzo Albacete

I want to drink the sweet cup of your serotonin, Oh God,
and eat the sweet meat in your bones, broken Christ.

“These are my t-cells, broken for you.
This is my biochemistry, shed for your healing.”

Rilke, in translation, calls you “drifting mist,”
Holy Boson.

You transpose the songs of old stars
in great pyres,
their death rattles hum on our sinews,
our tongues,
forging all means to see
and receive them.

Their death is Father,
their light across time his Son,
our receptors, star-born,
death-born inversions,
atoms within us receiving.

This is no metaphor, physics.
Spiritu sancto, Amen.

Comprehend with us
in compline,
brimless fires, these,
alive with holy heat,
perfect burning beads by which
we contemplated God.