Context: My Well-Nourished Woman Inner Circle A member of the Circle tries to wrap her brain around the eating arrangement between me, a culinary nutritionist, and my beloved who we’ll call “JG.” So tell me, I think I’m hearing you say that, um, you and your husband eat very different foods when you sit down
Dear Kitchen, Have I told you lately how grateful I am to be back in the warmth of your embrace? The aromas we’re creating together are bringing me back to my roots in the warmest, most wondrous way possible. Who knew a pot of chicken soup could bring so much nourishment to body AND soul?
My ancestors have been showing up in my kitchen all week. From quiet presence to tenacious tug to unrelenting pull. I find myself roasting chickens, making HUGE pots of vegetable broth, chicken stock, stew. Now mind you, there are only two of us here in this humble abode, my beloved and me. My husband, who
If you’ve been following me for a while you know that I do not make New Year’s Resolutions. I’ve never cared for the word resolve and, from what I hear, the follow-through rate on resolutions is abysmal. I do, however, like the “pick a word or phrase you can live into” idea. My word for
The holiday season is upon us and even though I have done much to simplify my life around holidays, I still have a cellular memory of “anxiousness” when December comes knocking. Or sleeting. This past week I delivered a talk to a rather large group of women at the National Conference Center in Leesburg. I
I’ve been working on a presentation this week so there’s been a lot of reminiscing going on. Meals I’ve eaten. Meals I’ve refrained from eating. Meals I’ve reclaimed. From Tofurky. To no turkey. To free-range turkey. My evolution around food has been an interesting one. I’d like to dedicate this post to the joy of
I teach “ease” but sometimes I make my life rather complicated. I suffer from “good girl syndrome.” I don’t know where it started but I suspect it was those early years of trying so hard to do everything right. In my home there were “consequences” for getting it wrong. Add to that, Catholic guilt. Yes,
image source: Pinterest (‘Fashion’ Week) She was seated at a table. Alone. Sipping green juice, a serious look on her face. I probably wouldn’t have noticed this young woman had it not been for her hollow eyes and emaciated appearance. Sipping green juice appeared to be the best she could do to get nutrients into
My first introduction to the MANcold was many, many years ago. Before I had a name for it. I was sitting at a family gathering and the gentleman to my left said, “There’s nothing like trying to sip a beer with a cold.” I paused. I looked at him. I looked at the beer. I’m
I’m rarely at a loss for words but for some reason I just couldn’t get into the writing groove this morning. Typically the words come spilling out of me. Not today. I considered writing about my recent trip to Buffalo and how much fun it was to visit old haunts. How nourishing it was to
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