Clinical Nutrition for Digestive Health + Endurance Performance
There was a blur of commotion, stretching the last few weeks.
It was one of those days when I arrived home, had nothing planned for dinner, opened the fridge and proceeded to pull out everything edible.
We decorated her hair with kale and magnolia blossoms outside Shari’s restaurant on a lovely spring day, a group of barely teenage 4-H girls, excited to be traveling, and poking fun at a frie…
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.
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.
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.
This post might be more appropriately titled, “Falling in Love over Risotto”, since in a way, I actually did.
Each year at the beginning of the holiday season, I try to reflect on the people and experiences for which I am grateful.