I love love love opening my refrigerator, and having healthy options ready for snacks and quick meals.
This week a girlfriend got me motivated to make some plans for a shared prep prior to the kids and I leaving for New York. Less than 24 hours after returning home from the east coast, our fridge had the above goodness, plus more! Generally we make a plan for what we will prep, and then divide the list between two to three households. There are usually a few last minute changes, like this week I over roasted the cauliflower, so it became a delicious Thai Curry Cauliflower Soup.
Bone broth is like the SUPERHERO of winter foods. “What makes bone broth so special?” you ask. “Isn’t stock, broth, bone broth all the same?” NO! Let me tell you why… A TRUE bone broth can be simmered up to 48 hours. During this time the bones and marrow are cooked down, releasing collagens (gelatin rich in amino acids), minerals (calcium and phosphorus), electrolytes (magnesium, sodium and potassium), and proteins.
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We’ve been traveling alot lately. First we went to Eugene to visit family and escape the horrific smoke that filled our valley from all the wildfires. We returned to find the smoke was still bad, so we rented a house on the Oregon Coast with some friends for a week. Home for just a few days before we were off to New York to visit family and exhibit at the NY Now tradeshow in the city. We are again home for a week before the annual Mete Family adventure to Sunriver.
No matter where we are though, home or traveling, one thing always stands consistent. Continue reading
As a little girl in Southern California, my parents each year would help me plant my own patch of cherry tomatoes and strawberries. My biggest childhood memories, though, are from exploring magical lands (aka grandparents’ gardens).
In England, Granddad had two gardens. A smaller garden, tucked behind the shed, overflowed with cabbages, greens, and beautiful flowers. His bigger garden,”the plot”, he would bike to. He’d return before meal time smelling like a musty garden gnome and Nana would prepare an overflowing plate of vegetables with a side of meat for dinner (the midday meal). Granddad never invited me to garden with him. I simply explored by myself and enjoyed the harvest through Nana’s simple cooking. Continue reading
I’ve never felt such a motherly frustration as I have the past two weeks. Our daughter has had a mysterious sickness and has had no appetite. My normal amazing eater wanting nothing but grapes and berries….and I wanting nothing more than for her to eat. Anything.
I’ll spare you of my motherly woos, and tell you of a saving grace…Get Well Popsicles!! A blend of plain Greek yogurt, berries, coconut water, chia seeds, garden kale, and veggie powder.
Anyone who knows me, knows my love for cooking. I have so many memories from childhood of cooking with my grandparents and friends. I actually started taking cooking classes when I was in first grade. A women down the street from us would charge all the neighborhood kids 50 cents each to learn a special recipe. We would all gather together, a children’s parade, and walk to her house together. No adult supervision, just a mob of kids each with two quarters in her (and his) pocket to learn such things as cupcakes in ice cream cones and quesadillas. They were simple, fun recipes, but enough to ignite an interest that would last into my adulthood. Continue reading
One can never fully understand the beauty of the female body, until one has experienced child birth. Unfortunately this means that men will never have a full understanding, as they can only witness the miracle rather than experience the journey. And one must experience the journey…the fear, the joy, the trust of things known and unknown, the power, the raw moment of letting go.