Welcome to the recap of Tea Talk: Food As Medicine Part 3 – Extreme Eating! We had a wonderful time together on March 10th, but I know there were many who wanted to be there and couldn’t come, so here’s a few pictures and a…
I love chocolate. I’m sure I’ve said this before, but I think chocolate should be its own food group. The thought of giving up chocolate was the one thing that kept stopping me from eliminating sugar from my diet for more than a year. Eliminating…
I started dancing again this week. Not just bopping around to my playlist, actually dancing. Not that it’s not dancing if you’re moving around to your music, it’s just that I mean something else. See, I was a dancer in my younger years. Let…
I’m such a complainer. Yes, I am. Well, maybe not always out loud. I have this external put-on-your-big-girl-panties-and-deal-with-it attitude, but inside I’m grousing about what I don’t like and how I think things should be different. And too often, I am complaining out loud.…
I miss rice. When I was little, my mom told me that maybe I should have been Asian, because I loved rice so much. Didn’t matter what kind – white, brown, sticky, I ate them all. A little sauce and a big pile of…
I’ve been conducting a science experiment. On myself. Before anyone gets alarmed, let me say this is a nutrition experiment. I’m not taking any medications or new supplements. But I’ve radically changed my current diet recently to see how my body would respond to…
I am so tired. We are nearing the end of the “high season” in our family, the one that starts with family visiting for Halloween, continues through our anniversary, hubby’s birthday, Thanksgiving, Christmas, and the kid’s birthdays in the 30 days after Christmas. Friday…
I love brussels sprouts. Guess I’m strange that way. I was the kind of kid who liked eating my vegetables (my mom was lucky!). But I didn’t learn to like brussels sprouts until I was an adult. The first dish I can remember was…
I think I’m having a midlife crisis. Ok, not really. I mean, I’m not running out to buy a Tesla or planning to quit my job and start a new career in Tahiti selling surfboards or anything. What rational woman with kids does…
I don’t make New Year’s resolutions. I can’t remember a time when I have. And every year I feel vaguely guilty, like it’s something I should do. Then I don’t do it. The argument goes something like this: “What’s the point of a New…