Clinical Nutrition for Digestive Health + Endurance Performance
The smoke filled air instantly takes me back to standing in the smoking porch of a favorite pub, years ago now.
When W and I first became engaged, back in the winter of 2011, I was dreaming of an Autumn wedding.
Back when I ate gluten and cheese, sandwiches made their way into my life every day.
Almost a year ago, I wrote about a new beginning, my desire to meet new people, and to connect to place.
We had a raspberry patch growing up that stretched down the fenceline in our backyard.
During the summer of 2009, I ventured off to northeastern Washington, to spend a week at an educational cooking school at Quillisascut farm.
Contrary to how much cured pork is on this blog, our meals are often light on meaty things.
Standing over the cutting board, slicing olive flesh off the pits, I am drawn to contemplation once more.
Last Valentine’s weekend William and I competed in a couple’s 5k race.
There’s a platter loaded with all the things I’ve been holding on to so tightly.
“Go into yourself and see how deep the place is from which your life flows; at its source you will find the answer to the question of whether you must create.
In between eating roasted pumpkin and winter squash in everything possible because it’s already November, I finally used up all the garden’s eggplants.