Finding Lucas centers
around Jamie Ross, a 32 year old associate television producer for Chicago’s
sleaziest daytime talk show. She’s just about ready to end her toxic five year
relationship with her bad boy turned metrosexual boyfriend and head off on a hilarious
and life changing hunt to track down the love who got away. And Jamie wouldn’t
be the fiery and sassy woman she is without her beloved and holistically
nutritious family.
Jamie is a coffee loving carnivore and the total opposite of
her health conscious mother, Leah, a crystal healer and colonic herbalist who
shuns coffee, meat, sugar and anything chemical. Jamie, on the other hand,
craves anything that Leah thinks might be bad for her body.
I created these two diametrically opposed eaters because of
my own struggle to eat healthier and make sense of the organic world. I have
always believed that everything is okay in moderation, be it meat, cheese, coffee
and sugar. However, it’s interesting that my husband and many friends are
vegetarians, my sister-in-law and brother-in-law grow their own food and have
chickens to lay eggs and most of my loved ones are very aware of what they eat.
In Jamie, I created a food rebel.
Growing up in a warm, loving and toxin free environment,
Jamie always felt like she didn’t quite belong. And without her daily dose of
caffeine, Jamie would never make it through the day. Navigating a difficult childhood with parents
unlike any others in her suburban neighborhood, Jamie ate spelt bread and soy
milk for snacks (in the 90s!) and distanced herself from her family as much as
she could.
Food plays a major role in one of the most talked about
scenes in Finding Lucas when Jamie, her
stepmother, sister and Leah are all having lunch with Jamie’s boss, Andrew.
"Do you want some
tea, Andrew?" Katie asks as she pulls five mugs down from the shelf.
"Do you have any
coffee?" he asks.
Four heads swivel to
look at him in shock.
"That word is
blasphemy in this house. No caffeine, no sugar, no meat. But there is a vast
assortment of tea," I tell him.
"Um, sure, tea
would be great then. I feel so damn good. I haven't felt this loose in,"
and he rubs his chin, "huh, years. I haven't felt this relaxed in
years."
"That's funny.
David does that," Leah says to Andrew with interest.
"Dad does
what?" I ask.
"Rubs his chin
with one hand when he's thinking about something."
"Oh, that's just
one of my little habits. I also grind my jaw like Jamie."
"Do you have a
navel ring like Rachel's?" I ask.
"No. But I do
have a tattoo on my hip. Katie saw it," he says and winks at Katie who
flushes with pleasure.
Where did Mr. Charm
come from? Jeez, he is just full to the brim with surprising character traits.
"Could I have
some tea too, please?" I ask.
I don't want to sit at
the kitchen table and chitchat about Andrew's tattoo because before he knows
it, they'll have convinced him to take off his pants to show them.
"Of course, love.
Katie, mix in a little of that mulch we bought. Jamie's color needs some
perking up," Leah says and peers at my pores.
"Just plain tea,
please."
I move my face back so
she'll stop inspecting me. It's embarrassing.
How people eat relates to how they see the world and their place in it. Jamie just wants to find hers. And though she goes through a major transformation and comes to appreciate her family more than she ever has, you’ll still never find her without a cup of coffee plastered to her lips.
Thanks for stopping by and sharing your food for thought, Samantha!
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Thanks so much for having me, Shelley! This was a fun one to write!
ReplyDeleteGreat post! I'm like you - I believe in everything in moderation but unlike you, I think being a vegetarian might be a deal breaker for me as far as a prospective husband!
ReplyDelete@Samantha - You're very welcome; I'm always happy to have you stop by!
ReplyDelete@Meredith - I agree; I'm not sure I could take on both cooking separate meals and feeling constant guilt over what I'm eating.
As a carb loving foodie married to a gluten free celiac, I can truly relate! Looks like a fun read right up my alley.
ReplyDeleteOh, what we do for love! Luckily, no one ever says anything about my love of meat because it is such a part of who I am. But, yes, dinnertime, especially with two kids, is a bit of a circus!
ReplyDeletesounds like an interesting and fun novel.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Fifileigh!
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