Clinical Nutrition for Digestive Health + Endurance Performance
Lately, some of the most amazing salads have been shaping up in the kitchen.
Growing up, I always thought of summer in terms of its slowness.
There was a blur of commotion, stretching the last few weeks.
We decorated her hair with kale and magnolia blossoms outside Shari’s restaurant on a lovely spring day, a group of barely teenage 4-H girls, excited to be traveling, and poking fun at a frie…
The summer before my senior year of college, I took a leadership class required for my degree.
There was once a man who had a fig tree growing in his vineyard.
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.
I cooked my first winter squash this week, a delicata from the garden.
I’ve been keeping journals since I was at least 10 and I’ve held on to each one, lining them up on a shelf, displayed prominently in our living space.
It has been a while since I rounded up all the inspirations that are lifting me and the last couple of months, there has been much.
I’ve had a whole line of early summer recipes to share, which I tested on repeat until getting just right.
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…
In the last couple weeks, I’ve had a strong inclination to be more mindful when shopping for food and to put more emphasis on supporting local growers, producers, and processors.
For my birthday in May 2006, my college roommate and good friend gave me a paper bag full of apples.
I cannot count the number of times I’ve made this main-dish salad the day before a race, gobbled it up as my night-before meal, and then happily gone back for the leftovers in the hours after…