I just got done making a batch of the fudge that I make for gifts every year. It’s easy, and really sinfully good. My son has adopted the tradition of making it at the holidays as well. So I thought I would give the gift of this recipe to you all, my dear readers and followers! Give it a try, and follow the tradition and pass the recipe on to your family and friends.
2 1/4 cups sugar
3/4 cup (6 oz.) evaporated milk
12 oz. semi-sweet chocolate chips
1/3 cup corn syrup, light or dark
2 TBSP butter, cut into small pieces
1 tsp vanilla
1 cup chopped nuts, raisins or coconut, optional
Combine sugar and evaporated milk in a heavy saucepan. Cook over medium heat stirring CONSTANTLY until mixture boils. Turn heat to low or medium low, so that it is still bubbling, and cook for 10 minutes, stirring CONSTANTLY to prevent scorching.
Remove from heat-don’t just turn the burner off- take the pan off of the burner- and IMMEDIATELY add butter, vanilla, corn syrup and chocolate pieces and stir well until the chocolate is melted, smooth and shiny. Add optional ingredients if desired and stir in and pour into a buttered 8 inch pan.
The mixture sets up rapidly, so spread it quickly. Chill for two hours in the refrigerator or until firm. Cut into pieces.
Makes 2 1/2 pounds.
The best method is to measure all of the ingredients out before you start cooking, and have it ready to pour into once the milk and sugar have cooked. You have to move fast, so it is easier if everything is opened and measured, and all you need to do is pour it in and stir.
A couple of variations that I like:
Add 2 tsp of peppermint flavoring in when you add all of the ingredients. This gives it a nice peppermint flavor. You can crush up candy canes and sprinkle on top when the fudge is slightly set, before you chill it.
Once the fudge is cooled and slightly set, sprinkle sea salt on top. You don’t want to add the salt when the fudge is too hot, it will get absorbed into the fudge. It is a lovely combo of salt and sweet. Delicious.
Or experiment with other ingredients. Let me know what you come up with!
Ah yes. It is the Holidays. With a capital H. Full of traditions and family rituals. Parties, gifts, food.
And a whole lotta work.
I am not being a Grinch here, far from it. And I don’t want to write another one of those ” how to reduce your stress at the holidays” pieces. We all see plenty of those. But the holidays are time consuming and exhausting. As much as I want to enjoy the holidays, I also feel anxious about it.
Bottom line is, I just want to have a good time. And the best way to do that is to take the Less is More Method.
Less gifts. Less food. Less fuss. Less activity. Less anxiety.
I’m going for the Quality over Quantity Holiday this year. My husband and I told our children that we don’t want any gifts this year except for them to contribute to our purchase of a new gas stove and cook-top. We currently have an electric one, and if you are a serious cook, you all know how much electric cook-tops stink. So instead of buying gifts for each other, and trying to surmise what each other wants, we decided to buy the new stove. Period. And our kids can give us money towards the purchase. Done and done.
Our children want gift cards for Christmas. And I used to fight that, thinking that it wasn’t personal enough, that it was a cop-out, that I should know them well enough to find the perfect gift, so if I bought a gift card, I was a lazy failure. Not this year. Gift cards purchased. Done.
I’m still going to buy small gifts for the Christmas stockings, but I am going to be buying from socially responsible companies like Bombas. This company started out with a mission to provide socks for homeless people. They have done their research by interviewing the homeless for what they need in a sock, and redesigned socks to make them comfortable and long lasting.With every purchase you make, they donate a pair to help the homeless.
They started with a mission to help people in need, and have already donated over one million pairs of socks. I can get behind that.
I will also be buying from Penzeys Spices. A friend turned me onto this company, and their quality is the best, bar none. But another reason I support them is how their CEO, William Penzey, has spoken out against the rash of racism, misogyny and fear mongering that is our current political climate. Sure he has taken some hits on social media, but go read his letter to CEOs of other companies on their Facebook page here. This is a company worth purchasing from.
And I will be supporting local stores. I have some favorites, but I want to get into some local stores that I haven’t been to before. Plus, when you actually shop locally, you meet people who live locally. Instead of hanging out on my laptop with my credit card, I will get out and interact. Try it. Even if you don’t make a purchase you will be in the world.
Don’t need or don’t want any more “stuff”? I know I don’t. Do what we did. We told our children that from now on, for holidays and birthdays, we only want:
Good things to eat
Good things to drink
Time with them
I have favorite wines that are always an acceptable gift! Plus, Turkish dried apricots, caramel and dark chocolate with sea salt candies, balsamic vinegar, coffee, and more. Consumables are the perfect gift for me, as I don’t want any more:
gee gaws and doo dahs
Time together is the one gift that we all too often fail to give or receive. Take time to go do something with your friends and family. Go to a museum or to a play, or go hiking. Dine out at a really special restaurant. That combines the time together gift with the great food and drink gift! Be unscheduled and just hang out. A day playing board games, or reading a book, sitting around in our pajamas is not time wasted, it is time well spent. So put aside some time to do something. Or nothing. Together.
We are working on our holiday meal menu, and we both do love to plan and prepare the feast. Our Christmas Day breakfast tradition is lox and bagels. Not your typical Christmas breakfast, but we love it. (This was the subject of my very first blog post, which you can read here.) We will most likely do some sort of roast beef, with the usual vegetables and pies for dessert. In the past, we have done the traditional Italian meal of the Seven Fishes Dinner on Christmas Eve. This is a perfect meal for a large group. We have done a shrimp cocktail appetizer, clams in white wine over pasta, calamari, or a bouillabaisse. Our favorite story was when my husband tried a recipe from the fifties that was a crab dip with Worcestershire sauce and mayonnaise. If it sounds awful…. it was. What a waste of crab. It was INEDIBLE. We both tried it, gagged and just started laughing. It is still one of our favorites tale of recipes gone horribly wrong.
And I will make a date with a friend who came over last year to make Christmas cookies. We had a blast. It was a great time to catch up, and we had so much fun. There was royal icing everywhere, but who cares?
I am sure there will still be some stressful or anxious moments over the holidays, but I am planning on letting go of anything that causes stress or discord.
My new ritual is…less ritual.
So, to my readers, I wish you a holiday season of less AND more. This has been a tumultuous year, with more upheavals and discord on the horizon.
I wish you less stress and more peace.
I wish you less fear and more community.
I wish you less helplessness, and more power.
And I wish everyone hope. Give it. Share it. Receive it.
This is a Thanksgiving unlike any other I have known. I am still reeling from the results of the election, as I think many of you are. I was going to share some recipes, and some tips, but that feels trivial to me right now. It’s going to be challenging to be thankful with everything that is happening.
But we have to rise above. That is not to say we normalize the situation, ignore it or take no action. I believe that now more than ever, we must stand up for kindness and empathy.
So here is my take on getting through this Thanksgiving.
We need to celebrate our differences. We need to celebrate our heritage and our cultures. We need to share our stories, and we need to hear the stories from others. Our diversity is what makes us strong. So we cannot give in to those who say otherwise. Ever.
I see many people who are struggling and are afraid. This is not who we are as a nation. We don’t incite fear, we work to take it away. Always.
So how to get through this holiday when the whole premise is to be thankful? Not easy.
First, I think we all need to give ourselves a break. Not to forget, but just to let ourselves find a spot that is less painful. We need to put our outrage and our anger on hold for one day. And we need to surround ourselves with our family and friends that we love. Use this Thanksgiving meal as your safe place. Enjoy the community of your own traditions. Find comfort in your meal and in your loved ones.
You can also give back. Go to a church or homeless shelter and serve dinner to those in need. They need to know that they have not been forgotten. You can also donate to causes to help feed the hungry. One is feedingamerica.org, but there are many national and local organizations that could use your support. Or invite a person or people that you don’t know very well to your dinner. In the Jewish faith, at Passover, it is customary to have one stranger at the meal. Find someone who you would like to get to know, and invite them. Expand your community to beyond your familiar gathering of folks. Be open. Be welcoming.
Celebrate diversity at your meal. While it is comforting to always have the same menu for the holiday, try adding a dish from another culture. I found this New York Times article called “The American Thanksgiving” which is about all of the different menus from families of all different cultures. It is what this nation is all about. So try something new. Add some diversity to your menu. You can find the link to the article here. It is inspiring.
Be thankful for what you have. This feels like a tall order right now and I struggle with this concept myself. But in spite of all that is going on in this country, we are fortunate. And we do have the ability to make change. I see it happening in the people who are rallying to run for office in their town or county. I plan to attend the Million Women March in Washington DC on January 21. I see it with people wearing safety pins and offering safe haven to those who are afraid.
Be thankful for those that you love and who love you. My 94-year-old mother, Betty passed away on November 1. So I am going through that list of “firsts”. First Thanksgiving without her, next will be Christmas. Both my father and my only sister passed away over 10 years ago. With the passing of my Mom, I am now parent-less. It’s a weird feeling. But I have a loving family, and I am so thankful for all of them. I wrote a blog post about my Mom and her banana cake recipe. You can read it here. She would like that.
And after this holiday is over, take your strength and your fortitude to do what is right. Get involved. Run for the school board, your town council or get involved with a cause that you are passionate about.
What we cannot do is nothing. What we cannot do is normalize this. It took Hitler over ten years to bring about the persecution of the Jews, Catholics, People of Color, LGBT, those with mental or physical disabilities, Freemasons, Jehovah’s Witnesses, the list goes on.
History cannot repeat itself. And it will take all of us to protect the freedoms that are the core of this country. I am counting on all of you.
Remember the sky that you were born under,
know each of the star’s stories.
Remember the moon, know who she is.
Remember the sun’s birth at dawn, that is the
strongest point of time. Remember sundown
and the giving away to night.
Remember your birth, how your mother struggled
to give you form and breath. You are evidence of
her life, and her mother’s, and hers.
Remember your father. He is your life, also.
Remember the earth whose skin you are:
red earth, black earth, yellow earth, white earth
brown earth, we are earth.
Remember the plants, trees, animal life who all have their
tribes, their families, their histories, too. Talk to them,
listen to them. They are alive poems.
Remember the wind. Remember her voice. She knows the
origin of this universe.
Remember you are all people and all people
Remember you are this universe and this
universe is you.
Remember all is in motion, is growing, is you.
Remember language comes from this.
Remember the dance language is, that life is.
It’s autumn and that means all thing apple. I was just at a pumpkin carving party and brought an apple crisp for dessert. It was a huge hit, so I thought you all should have the recipe as well. I got the recipe when I bought a piece of stoneware from the Pampered Chef, so credits to them. It is super easy and always a crowd pleaser.
I am not a fan of the one-use kitchen gadget, but I do make an exception for the apple peeler/corer/slicer. It take no time at all to get your apples ready, and that is the hardest part of this recipe. So go ahead and invest in one.
Quick Apple Crisp-courtesy of The Pampered Chef
5 Granny Smith apples, peeled, cored, sliced
9 ounces of yellow cake mix , approx. half a box
2 tablespoons sugar
1 tablespoon good quality cinnamon
1/4 of butter, melted
1/4 chopped nuts are optional
Preheat the oven to 350 degrees.
Cut the peeled and cored apple slices in half and place in a 9″x 9″ baking dish.
Combine all of the remaining ingredients and mix until crumbly. Sprinkle the mixture over the apples.
Bake for 35-40 minutes or until apples are tender. Serve warm with vanilla ice cream or whipped cream.
Yield-10 servings. This recipe also doubles easily, just use a 9″ x 13″ baking dish.
I found this recipe in Country Living magazine and it is my go-to cocktail at any autumn party. Last Thanksgiving I made these as the welcome cocktail, serving it to my guests as they arrived. Again, super easy and just delicious.
Apple Cider Mimosas
Prosecco or other bubbly of your choice
Fresh apple cider
good quality cinnamon
Mix equal parts sugar and cinnamon in a bowl. Wet the rim of the Champagne flute and rim the glass with the sugar and cinnamon mixture.
Fill the glass with half Prosecco and half fresh cider.
Garnish with an apple slice.
Toast your friends and family!
If you have any recipes that you would like to share, let me know.
Since we are getting close to Halloween, I thought I would share my scary food stories. I am pretty adventurous in what I will try, and I am not a picky eater, far from it. But even I have my limits.
Nope. No way. And here is why. When I was about ten or eleven, my Mom took me to the Gladstone Market, which was small town grocery and butcher shop. Mr. Cooper was the owner of the store and the butcher. It was a great old store, with big wide wooden floor boards, and bins of local product. Back then local was normal… He had big wooden butcher block in the meat department. It was worn and uneven from years and years of use. My Mom ordered liver for dinner that night. It was one of my Dad’s favorite meals. Mr. Cooper went into the back to the meat locker and returned with the ENTIRE CALF’S LIVER. He laid it on the butcher block, and it took up the entire surface. It was BIG.Way bigger than I expected it to be. And to a ten-year old, rather gross. Gelatinous, shiny, kind of alien-looking. What it did not look like was something that was edible. I remember standing there wide-eyed while he cut off pieces for my Mom. He wrapped it in paper, and my Mom brought it home and made my Dad liver and onions. I could not get that image out of my mind, and to this day, whenever I see liver on a menu, that is the memory that comes back. And I am not eating something that its sole purpose is to filter out the junk in a body.
Trauma by liver….
2. Lima Beans
My husband loves lima beans. Me, not so much. Now I love black beans, red beans, pinto beans, garbanzo beans. But no lima beans. For me, it is a texture issue. They are wrinkly and mushy, with no real flavor. Come to think of it, they are kind of shaped like a liver…. hmmm. I can handle them in soup, and MAYBE in a mixed vegetable side dish, but not on their own. Again, I think this is a childhood issue, as my Mom cooked vegetables to death. No steaming, just boiled them into oblivion. No amount of butter on them can make them palatable to me.
3. Pickled Beets and Pickled Eggs in Beet Juice
I used to never eat beets. But my husband roasted some, and now I love them, so they are on my list of good eats. Especially with some goat cheese. But no pickled beets. It is a combination of the pickling and again, a texture issue that makes them not appealing to me. The same goes for those pickled eggs that you would see in a giant jar sitting on the bar at an old tavern. And how long have they been sitting there?
No. Just no.
4. German Potato Salad
Regular potato salad, red skinned potato salad, potato and egg salad, yes. Love them. German potato salad, no. I don’t care for the vinegar-y taste of German potato salad. To me, it tastes sour. And I do love pickles and foods with an acid base, but not this. Another reason why I don’t like it doesn’t have anything to do with German potato salad per se. A person was trying to get me to taste it. I said no, that I didn’t care for it. He kept insisting, that I try it. No, thank you. When he put a spoon of it up to my face, that was it. He ended up wearing it…. So I think German potato salad in some weird way became a symbol of me asserting my preferences and not accepting being told what to like or try. No means no, whether it is potato salad or anything else.
5. Anything with Jell-O
Every kid ate some sort of Jell-O as a dessert.And it was okay, not my favorite. But we were subjected to that fabulous fifties food-the Jell-O Mold. My Mom had the copper molds in rings, one that looked like a fish, and others. She would create those God-Awful molds as a side dish. There was Tomato Aspic-plain gelatin made with V-8 juice and celery and onions. Served of course, on Iceberg lettuce. Bleagh! Rings made with orange Jell-O and fruit salad. Not as bad, but no, not great.
But the worst was her Pickled Beet Gelatin Mold. (Note the tie-in to #3 on the list). She used a mold that looked like a cone. It was clear gelatin with chopped pickled beets. I was in Jell-O hell. I remember one time she made it, and it hadn’t set completely. When she turned it over onto the plate of Iceberg lettuce, it ever so slowly began to spread out. Did you ever see the movie “The Blob”? We had our own version of The Blob, right there in the kitchen. I couldn’t take my eyes off of it. It was alive, ALIVE!!!! It was a purple, icky slimy mass that was going to kill me in my sleep. So, no Jell-O for me. Too scary.
There are a few other less than delectable items on the list:
Insects-I have seen Andrew Zimmern of the TV show “Bizarre Foods” eat many a bug. Nope. No. I don’t care how protein rich they are, until there is an apocalypse, I am not consuming insects.
Miracle Whip- I am a Hellman’s woman. Period. Miracle Whip is too sweet for me.
Tuna Noodle Casserole- canned tuna heated up is gross. Just sayin’.
Tuna Salad with Sweet Pickles–eewww.
So, what is on your list of non negotiable foods? And what is the story behind it? Share your tales of fear and horror!
This post is part of the monthly link up party Our Growing Edge. This event aims to connect food bloggers and inspire us to try new things. This month is hosted by Annika atWe Must Be Dreamers
It is getting to be that time of year when we all start thinking about getting together for the holidays. Though still a ways off, the discussions of who is going to whose house are starting to occur. And this always brings me back to the holiday meals as a child.
It’s not pretty.
My mother, who I have written about before, was a child of the Great Depression. Part of living in that time made her value possessions to the extreme. What she owned defined her worth, not who she was. Enter my nemesis, the GOOD CHINA.
Oxford Bryn Mawr, ten place settings. Dinner plate, salad plate, soup bowl, butter plate, cup and saucer. Plus various bowls and platters. She loved it. She idolized it. It had its own china cupboard in the dining room. You couldn’t wash it in the dishwasher because of the silver banding on the edge. So precious, so special.
I hated it. Hard to believe that I had sibling rivalry with a set of china, but I did. Yup, I was jealous of an inanimate object. I actually fantasized about throwing each piece down the basement stairs and watching it shatter, all the while laughing a maniacal laugh. I even did a stand up comedy bit about my rivalry with the good china.
And the worst part of it was, she hardly ever used it. There it was, all comfy and on display in the china cupboard in the dining room, which we never used either. My mother had the formal dining room and the formal living room, and both rooms NEVER got used. It was like living in a museum. All we needed were the brass poles and velvet ropes to block it off. We would cram ourselves into the kitchen on a small table for all of our meals instead of using the damned dining room.
Except at the holidays. Then, all of a sudden, we were supposed to be that Norman Rockwell family. Four times a year, we were the perfect family eating the perfect meal.
The stress was enormous. My mother would become obsessive about the family being together for the holidays. She would start two months ahead, badgering my sister and me as to when we would be there, what we had to make, etc. And no guests. We were not allowed to bring a friend or a date because “they weren’t family”. I remember a time when my sister wanted to bring her friend Buddy to Christmas dinner. Buddy was hilariously funny, and would have been a break from the usual tension that surrounded these meals. He was Jewish. My Mom responded with “no, it’s not his holiday”. Yikes. (Turns out, I did my Ancestry DNA test, and I am 26% Eastern European Jewish on my Dad’s side. Had I known , I could have gotten out of that meal…)
The actual meal was full of tension as we all tried to fulfill my Mom’s wish for the ideal holiday family. We would all smile and nod, while secretly wishing for it to just be over. And its not like we weren’t an ideal family during the rest of the year. But at the holidays, the bar was set really, really high.
So the china became the symbol to me of what a family meal shouldn’t be. It held a place of honor all year, to be paraded out on those occasions that she deemed worthy. I vowed that in my own home, I would never have rooms that I wouldn’t use, or dishes that only come out for the pomp and circumstance. And I have held to that with my own family.
Over time, both my father and my sister passed away. I relocated my mother to be closer to me. And of course, we moved the china. Where it took up all kinds of space in her tiny kitchen. And she continued not to use it.
I asked her one time about why she didn’t use it, just to enjoy it. Here it was, taking up all of this space, and she never would take it out and have a meal on it. She thought about it, and then said she was going to use it. Just her, even if it was a grilled cheese sandwich. I was thrilled! Finally!
But she never did. There it sat. When it came time that she could no longer live on her own, we had to move her again. So I boxed up the china, and packed it into my garage. I labeled the boxes and stored it for her. And my intention was to sell it.
But I couldn’t. Somehow, even though the china represented everything that I hated about a family meal, I couldn’t bring myself to sell it. It meant so much to her, whatever her reason, that I just could not sell it. I refused to use it for my own family, that was too much for me. So it languished in boxes.
When we moved my mother into a nursing home, I decided it was time to sell the china. I tried selling it online, but no one wants dishware like that anymore. The tradition of the china, silver and crystal pattern being part of the marriage ritual is really just about gone. So, no buyers. I decided to take it to a local auction house. And it sold….for ten bucks. Wow. All of that importance over the years, and someone bought all ten place settings plus serving pieces for ten bucks.
So here is my takeaway from all of this. Whatever her reasons, this was important to my Mom. And although I didn’t understand it, I learned to respect it. She made it hard on us, and I still get anxious around the holidays. But at some point, you have to stop looking at your parents as only your parents. They are people, with their own history and baggage. They have their flaws and their challenges. And she did try her best, with what she had to work with, to be a good parent. Maybe her best wasn’t ideal, but it was her best.
So along with letting go of the china, I let go of my hatred for it.
And I am looking forward to the holiday meals, however they turn out. And all are welcome.
I started out to write a post about today’s myths around food and eating. Food has been symbolic in a very powerful way from the time that meals were shared, and I wanted to explore this in terms of the modern time. So I contacted my friend Leigh Melander, who has her PhD in Mythological Studies and Depth Psychology. I wanted her take on what the modern day food mythology was.
I figured that we would talk about how the food myths had changed over time, and touch on food as a symbol for fertility, prosperity and longevity. But the discussion took a more pertinent and relevant turn.
First, lets review the history of our shared experiences around food. Societies were tribal, and based in either agrarian or hunter/gatherer societies. The consuming of food was tied directly to the cycles of the natural world. Food and water were essential to survival, and the act of consuming became a sacred experience. When you consume a plant or an animal, you are consuming energy. The process is transformative, as energy goes from the plant or animal to the human body. Ancient communities recognized and held sacred this act of consuming and “communion”. There was a focus on shared resources as a means of survival, and this helped develop the society within a tribe. If the tribe was well fed and healthy, the population grew, and the strength of the community expanded. Civilizations were able to prosper and grow in size and in power.
Meals continued to be a vital part of society. People would stop their work and take time to eat together. Whether it was a meal shared in a field of farm laborers, or on a boat, or at home, people held the meal time as sacred. Communities still gathered to “break bread” and the shared experience of a community meal was still valued. It brought people together, and created a bond in the community. This reinforced the strength of the community as a whole. You can see this tradition continue today in the form of a fund-raising pancake breakfast for the local fire department, the church potluck supper, or the farm-to-table fundraiser for the local food cooperative. Eating together brings people together. It is the great equalizer.
So what happened? According to Michael Pollan, people are watching more television shows about food, but cooking less than ever. Companies like Blue Apron are selling meal kits delivered to your door (at a ridiculous price I might add) to capitalize on this trend. While there is an interest in food, the shared experience happens all too infrequently.
Here is where the discussion that Leigh and I were having got really interesting.
Basically, today’s society has lost the narrative of food and the meal as a sacred ritual.
Think about it. Parents are running their children from pillar to post, from soccer to music lessons. We work more that ever during the week. We have become a society that eats Cheetos in the car. We don’t eat together. We don’t prepare a meal together. We don’t stop.
We have become completely disconnected from the sacred experience.
Ok, so what’s the big deal? We are busy, we want our kids to go to Yale, blah blah blah.
Here is the problem. We now have a generation of young people who do not know how vital it is to have a shared meal experience. If you need an example of this, take a look at the current wedding reception. Many receptions, instead of becoming a major part of the shared celebration, have taken on the look of a frat party. There is very little recognition of the guests who attended, but there is always a photo booth. I personally saw a maid of honor who was too drunk to give the toast to the bride and groom.
There is a primal need for the narrative around community and food. I belive it is in our collective psyche and in our DNA. And this drive is in all of us. The community meal narrative has been lost, but the desire and need for it hasn’t. So what has it been replaced with?
Negative food rituals. Take a look at the diet industry. Pills, programs, pre-made meals, none of which work in the long term. Obsessions with ingredients. There has been recent research that gluten intolerance is not as widespread as people think. It is been noted that these people may be suffering more from a vitamin deficiency rather than a reaction to gluten. I am not discounting those with true celiac disease, but there has been no real concrete evidence to support the gluten-free issue.
The communities around food are now being built on a negative connotation. The shared experience is one of calorie counting, carbohydrate consumption, plant based, meat based, free range,you name it.
And all of these trends have a negative connotation. It’s all about what you CANNOT eat, should not eat.
And this trend is riddled with guilt. How many times have you said to yourself, while enjoying an ice cream cone “I shouldn’t be eating this. I’m being bad”. We have gone from a society that used to savor and celebrate meals to one of punishment and guilt.
This is our shared experience today. And it’s not good. And we wonder why there is a problem with eating disorders and obesity.
So, how to fix it?
Easy. Start making meals together. Now. No excuses.
“I don’t have time”.–Yes you do. You do if you choose to make it a priority. Create a new habit of eating with your family or friends. Our family always had dinner together. Our one son made dinner a priority with his roommates at college. All six of them ate together one night a week, no exceptions. They created community around their meal. If busy college kids can make it a priority, then so can you.
” I don’t know how to cook”.–Nonsense. If you can read, you can cook. Just get going. Get “The Joy of Cooking” or any cookbook. It doesn’t have to be Duck a la Orange, just learn to make a meatloaf.
“I’m trying to lose weight”– yeah, well join the club. It’s simple. If you burn more calories than you consume, you will lose weight. A calorie is a calorie is a calorie. And don’t beat yourself up because you had a piece of pie over the weekend. Obsessing increases cortisol, which WILL impede your weight loss. Lighten up your attitude towards food and you will literally get lighter.
I hope that those who read this will go out there and make positive changes. We need our narrative back. And in these crazy, turbulent times, we need the strength of community, now more than ever.
“Eat food, not too much, mostly plants.”
Special thanks to Leigh Melander for the amazing insights she brought to our conversation.You can find more about Leigh at her website and on Facebook .