Life is Like Rhubarb and Strawberry
The combo of strawberry and rhubarb always makes me think of my Mom. And it–like Mom–has taught me a lot about life.
The combo of strawberry and rhubarb always makes me think of my Mom. And it–like Mom–has taught me a lot about life.
Like pumpkin pie oatmeal … purported by Noemi to make you better at Math.
I just returned from an incredible nine days in Guatemala with Common Hope. Here are highlights …
Sometimes it takes a gut wrenching experience to make you claim a piece of your identity. Here’s what made me own the title “Mom” … just in time for Mother’s Day.
As you know, we kicked off the launch of Nourish Weekly Menus last week with quite the event–5 days of giveaways on our Facebook page,
I have a thing for mortars and pestles. Part of my fascination, I think, comes from the fact that they’re so utterly primitive. They don’t have a plug. They don’t make motorized noise. They don’t even have a sharp edge. But don’t let the simplistic nature fool you into thinking they’re not useful tools.
I’ve been gardening ‘organically’ for nearly a decade now. But up until recently, I carried a narrow definition of ‘organic’ in my head as what I wasn’t putting on my plants—no pesticides, no herbicides, no synthetic fertilizer. And while that is part of the equation, I’ve learned that organic gardening is so much more than what you don’t do; it’s about how you nurture the soil to be healthy long-term and, consequently, produce fruitful crops.
I’ve wanted to write a piece for a while about making cooking fun during the holidays. The seeds were planted when, on a trying evening, I recruited my daughter to help me make a “special” salad and pouts and whines (from both of us) turned to laughter and pensive smiles. Here’s a poem inspired by the spirit of that night.
For some reason, I have a tough time each year letting go of summer and welcoming fall—much as I love both seasons. When the sun takes on a lackadaisical slant and the earth smells wet, it makes my chest swell with a sort of nostalgiancholy. So I thought I’d take a cue from one of Noemi’s alphabet books and spell out how harvest feels to me.
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