Clinical Nutrition for Digestive Health + Endurance Performance
I finished my second trimester of classes this past weekend and I am sooo happy for a three week break.
My mom and I sat at the farm table this morning planning this week’s holiday meals.
There is nothing like a few days spent living with others to put into perspective how truly personal is our choice in food.
Sometime in the early months of 2013, I discovered a whole new genre of food blogs.
There are few people I respect more than those who live each day in truth with their whole selves.
I cooked my first winter squash this week, a delicata from the garden.
In winter all the singing is in the tops of the trees where the wind-bird with its white eyes shoves and pushes among the branches.
I have a memory of eating a cheese sandwich on the patio at Ballymaloe, the famed Irish country house and restaurant, on an August day many years ago.
Everything is connected here…the soil feeds the plants that feed us.
Shannon and Anneke walked in to the kitchen and immediately curled their noses.
William and I met up with a friend for dinner a few weeks back in the middle of our travels home after Christmas.
Oats are one of my favorite foods of all time, and over the years they are probably the most common ingredient in many of my recipes.
At the end of last summer, I purchased a tiny parcel of smoked paprika from the pepper man at our farmers market.
Both the cook and the poet are makers.
One of the things I was most excited about when we bought our house was finally having the ability to compost because I hated having to put all my vegetable scraps in the trash.
I’m reading this novel right now, Sweetbitter.
It started with my annual, have you tried asparagus before? questioning at the high school garden.
This post was going to be about how I have the greenest green thumb and my peas won’t stop producing (my mom would be so proud) so I have to keep finding new ways to eat them th…