Sure, I’ll host Thanksgiving.
Actually, saying it that way means that I was answering a question. As in, “Will you host Thanksgiving?”
And that’s not really how it went.
It actually came out as, “Hey, I can host Thanksgiving.”
I grew up in a small family where my aunt hosted Thanksgiving in her home every year. While the last minute cooking was underway with gravy simmering and grandpa carving the turkey, my ten year old self was enjoying shrimp cocktail, black and green olives, mixed nuts and a cheese ball with crackers. Eight of us would then sit around her dining room table quietly enjoying a thoughtfully prepared Thanksgiving feast. I would sip cranberry ginger ale from a pewter wine glass and anxiously await the arrival of the next dish to scoop onto my plate.
After dinner, we would find ourselves in the living room while Kenny G lulled us into a turkey-induced nap. Upon waking up from our food comas, round two would be taking place with at least three different pies, coffee and vanilla ice cream. And if I was lucky, after dessert was done, I would have birthday presents to open with my birthday falling toward the end of November. I did this every year for almost 25 years.
When I volunteered (sacrificed) myself to host Thanksgiving, it was for my father-in-law’s family. There would be around 35 people in attendance. A few years earlier, I had hosted a combined Thanksgiving and Christmas for my mother-in-law’s side with close to 70 people so I thought, “I got this.”
Gone were the relaxed, intimate holidays I had grown up with. This was a whole new ball-game- the kind with no referees, or rules, but still lots of yelling, cheering, booing and whistles. It is here that I should mention that I am also a type-A introvert so clearly, this was a great plan. (more…)
Like I planned, this was eaten at my desk today 🙂
Full. Full of food. Full of a yummy and nutritious vegetable that happens to be a part of the brassica family that also includes cauliflower, broccoli and Brussels sprouts.
Yes, there can be the unfortunate side-effect of occasionally being filled with a little extra gas too. If you find that happens often for you with vegetables, we may need to talk gut bacteria. Sometimes, if we don’t have enough of our good bacteria, breaking down fibrous, greens can be a bit tough to do. There can be a few reasons for this so check in with us if this is something you’d
like to learn more about.
In the meantime, let’s talk about how to get more of this particular leafy, green into your diet. (more…)
Are you ready for the bad news?
The initial changes as you transition to healthy eating habits are not going to come naturally and they are going to be hard.
Yep, it’s not going to be easy. But if you keep on at it and if you keep on trying, eventually you’ll get it. I promise. I know this because I’ve been there. I’ve been where you are right now. And sometimes, when I fall out of sync, I’m right back in that spot of “stuck.” But when you have a system, when you have a plan, getting back on track is easy. Okay, easier. (more…)
Hillside Middle School
When I was at Hillside Middle School, once acknowledged by Ripley’s Believe It or Not for having three ground level entrances on three different floors and all on the same road, I had a social studies teacher named Mr. Scheithe that loved to tell stories. It was this knack for telling tales (some tall), that got me an A in a class that I would have otherwise disliked; history and I are not friends but his musings made it more memorable. One of the units that we covered in great depth was Ancient Egypt. And of course, in this section, we talked about the role of the great Nile River. It was near impossible to make it through this section without hearing the quote, “Denial…it ain’t just a river.”
I was reminded of this quote this past weekend when on Sunday night, I started reflecting on all of the crap that I had eaten over the weekend. At the time, I was somewhat aware of what I was allowing myself to do. There was no agreement that I had made with myself prior to the onset of the weekend; but maybe there was. (more…)
I love food. And I used love to cook. There was a time when I used to try a few new recipes on a weekly basis. If you were to look in my cupboard where I keep my cookbooks, there are stacks upon stacks of paper with watermarks, oil stains and crinkled corners. I used to love whipping up new tastes and dishes. And then…I had kids. (more…)