Eating From Our Roots Novels & Stories

And somewhere inside the house, a child reads, and two women watch over her. Not because they're afraid. Because they've learned that the language of roots — of staying, of growing, of becoming — is the language of love. And they're finally fluent. End of Chapter 174

"May you grow strong, may you bear fruit, may you provide shelter and sustenance for all who need it. May your roots go deep into the earth, and your branches reach high into the sky. May you remind us always that we are all connected, from the ground beneath our feet to the stars above our heads." When the planting was complete, everyone gathered in the shade of the old fig tree as Maria and her daughters brought out lunch—fresh bread still warm from the oven, cheese made that morning, olives from their trees, fruit from their orchards, and honey from their hives. They ate together on blankets spread on the grass, sharing stories and laughter as the afternoon sun climbed high in the sky.

"He didn't have a ticking bomb in his chest, Mom. Marek says the Council is at the Roots. How far?" "Two days' march if we push," she replied, her eyes dropping to his glowing arm. "But Elias, you’re burning up. The poison is looking for a way out. If you don't release it soon, it’s going to find a way through your heart." "I’ll release it," Elias growled, standing up. His joints popped like dry wood. "Right into Valerius’s face." The Strategy of the Roots Marek joined them, spreading a piece of cured hide across the log. It was a map, but not of the world above. It was a map of the Mycelial Network—the "nervous system" of the planet that the Council had hijacked.

Maybe David followed some secret Earth shaman technique I don’t know of… or maybe it’s something here that prevents spoilage? Elizabeth takes a fruit, removes its skin, and starts to eat. With a bite, Elizabeth tastes the sweet juices of the fruit. They’re not domesticated but they have so much fruity flesh… David started eating. Bob eats the banana-like fruits with vigor. ~We’re running out of salt.~ “Yeah, you told me before.” ~We have at most, a handful of salt.~ “Oh, that bad huh?” ~I’m gonna use the remaining salt to dry some of the meat which we’ll be using to travel underground.~

Do we deserve to be puppets that you can have at your beck and call? Christopher looked crestfallen as he denied that. "No, it's not like that! I just… I thought all women were gold diggers like my mother after how she abandoned me. I only realized how wrong I was upon learning about everything you'd done to try to treat my legs. "I was wrong, Daph. I realize that now! I've long since fallen in love with you, so please… Don't leave me! Please!" he pleaded while holding me close.

He rarely eats meat or fish but eats vegetables selectively. But she discovered that he only ate roots and not vegetables, so when she asked him why, he said he didn't like it. What a strange man, vegetables are the easiest thing to eat but he doesn't eat them. Therefore, on their dining table, there will usually be a plate of vegetables for her and a plate of root soup for him.

"Interesting." She smiled at his reaction to the odd vegetable. "It's a very hard root vegetable. If you tried to eat it raw, you'd break your teeth..." she informed with a laugh. "Maybe it's an acquired taste. But it's one of my favorites. I have been eating it since childhood though." She knew many of the things they had there weren't to the taste of strangers. Trolls from the north had visited six months before, and watching them eat some of the native fruits and vegetables had been quite amusing.

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Everyone in the room listened as the omega spoke. "The first group needs to cut off the roots of these plants and clean them. Clean them very well because the dirt won't get off the roots in a single wash." Evelyn warned. "The second group needs to get the seeds from inside these fruits. You have to clean them and break them in half after." She showed them the green fruit.

"How am I supposed to survive anorexia?" The top comment read, "Get yourself a boyfriend who's a chef! My husband changes up the menu every single day of the year, and even the apples he slices for me are always shaped like little bunnies. I've basically fallen in love with food because of him!" A netizen gushed, "Whoa! Where do you even find a gem like that?"