Clinical Nutrition for Digestive Health + Endurance Performance
This past week has been a trial of tough decisions.
Last Valentine’s weekend William and I competed in a couple’s 5k race.
If my hair looks slightly more orange than usual, it’s because I’ve been eating winter squash every meal of every day for the past four plus weeks.
William took over my yoga mat the other night and started doing weird yoga-esque stretches I’ve never seen before.
I cooked my first winter squash this week, a delicata from the garden.
At the end of last summer, I purchased a tiny parcel of smoked paprika from the pepper man at our farmers market.
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…
If you search google for pistachio and rhubarb, just about a gazillion delicious recipes pop up.
When I glance out the window this morning, it looks like it’s raining.
There is a certain peace in morning rituals, in knowing every day is going to begin relatively the same.