Clinical Nutrition for Digestive Health + Endurance Performance
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.
Shannon and Anneke walked in to the kitchen and immediately curled their noses.
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.
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…
I spent last weekend running around central Oregon in a heatwave with a group of 11 other runners, sharing space in our two vans, running the Cascade Lakes Relay.
In the moment I have a muhammara recipe bookmarked from a favorite cookbook and with a big bowlful of the last of the season’s peppers in varying shades of red, orange, and gold, all streake…
A few weeks ago, i discovered there’s a seemingly abandoned quince tree a couple streets over from us.