Clinical Nutrition for Digestive Health + Endurance Performance
This past week has been a trial of tough decisions. Growing up, one of my mentors always had two phrases that will forever stay with me: “Show up to win” and “Remember the good …
The leaves outside are perfect. Early November is my very favorite bit of year. Foggy and crisp. Yellow and brown and orange. And full of misting rain, lilting music, cups of tea, and hours of …
It’s been months. My quest for the “just right” gluten-free sourdough waffle recipe is over. I’ve attempted getting this right so many times I’ve lost track. Now, n…
I did not grow up in a family of cooks. My favorite cooking memory with my grandma involved making pumpkin pie with the recipe from the back of the Libby’s can. She advised me to cut the sp…
“The heart decides, and what it decides is all that really matters.” – Paulo Coelho As a teenager, suffering through the angst of star-crossed infatuations, I ran. Though not a ru…
Last Valentine’s weekend William and I competed in a couple’s 5k race. This was the first time we’ve run such a race, where our scores and ages were combined and pitted up against…
Neah and Papa brought prunes. Every time they come to visit, my grandparents bring food. When we were younger, it was always a box of doughnuts, and then whatever they had in excess that needed…
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. Oh. Wait. The hair is actually going …
Last week, I had a pleasant surprise. When teaching my young garden recruits, I had them taste parsnips at the end of the lesson. We try to taste a seasonal vegetable each time we meet. Since sp…
William took over my yoga mat the other night and started doing weird yoga-esque stretches I’ve never seen before. I’m certainly no yoga expert, but I think he was making them up…
I cooked my first winter squash this week, a delicata from the garden. I added it into the lovely split pea, rhubarb and apple soup from Vegetarian Everyday/Green Kitchen Stories. I sipped a…
At the end of last summer, I purchased a tiny parcel of smoked paprika from the pepper man at our farmers market. I didn’t have a use for it in mind, but I’m all for buying my sp…
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. The two ingredients are a classic pairing. But so are strawberries and rhubarb, orange and rhubarb, …
It seems we’re fully into the new year now. The Christmas decor is all taken down, the neighborhood immersed back into winter darkness without the festive lights. We’re all back to work…
When I glance out the window this morning, it looks like it’s raining. But I look again and it’s still ash. We’ve been raining ash for the last couple days as the air quality went from clear …
There is a certain peace in morning rituals, in knowing every day is going to begin relatively the same. The same comforting breaking of a night’s fast, the same checking in on what is happen…
I’ve always been a big fan of St. Patrick’s Day. Chalk it up to green being my favorite color since the beginning of time (hello emerald birthstone), my bright orange hair, and serious…