Submitted by Christina on October 15, 2020 - 10:31am
Someone wrote to me on Facebook asking about acrylamides. I confess that my first response was acryl-a-who? There seems to be more and more “stuff” out there for us to worry about when it comes to our food. And while some of it is legit, some of it isn’t worth our stress.
For me, acrylamides falls into the latter category. But here is what I discovered. Now it’s up to you to decide of it’s worth your worry.
Submitted by Christina on September 25, 2020 - 11:44am
As summer fades into our memory, we mourn its passing, especially this year. We moved through the days with mask-fogged sunglasses and awkward, socially distant gatherings, where we waved at our loved ones across the yard, park or terrace, seated at opposite ends of the bench as we tried to stay connected to each other.
Most of us have been stuck in place since before the spring thaw. We have watched summer from our windows, porches and balconies, growing used to drive-by celebrations. We have suffered tragedies, losses so deep and personal that the grief is without measure.
Submitted by Christina on September 15, 2020 - 12:52pm
The days became weeks; became months and here we are. The days roll into each other. We savor small changes, small freedoms as we continue to navigate this pandemic. We see each little advance as a triumph as we try to keep our loved ones and ourselves safe.
Submitted by Christina on September 1, 2020 - 12:34pm
Ah, the pandemic. 2020 has been such a delight (she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm). As the weeks and months of COVID life drag on, I find solace where I usually do: in the kitchen, at the gym (for hot, sweaty outdoor workouts) and in the love and companionship of my husband.
Submitted by Christina on August 14, 2020 - 8:15am
It’s been months now of living and working at home, working unmentionably long shifts as essential workers out in the world or living at home and not working at all. We may be surrounded by family or on our own. We nervously wait in lines to get into the market, the post office, the bank and the gas station. We wear masks. (We do wear them, right?) We have learned to fear other people being in close proximity. We protest injustice, risking close proximity to others in the quest for equality and peace. We search in vain for a way to make sense of this crisis within which we live.
Submitted by Christina on August 5, 2020 - 7:23am
As sheltering in place continues with only some relief, I found myself feeling a bit worn out by my own home cooking. Look, I love to cook and play with food. I do. I make my living with food; my mission in life is completely driven by food and cooking.
It hit me the other day, as I was making lunch. It wasn’t the work of cooking that was wearing on me; it was the familiarity of the dishes I was making, the predictability of my own cooking habits. I don’t know about you, but I wasn’t feeling like I wanted to experiment or cook with an adventurous spirit.
Submitted by Christina on July 22, 2020 - 11:22am
I continue to cook three meals a day. Even though there has been some movement in restaurant openings here. I just don’t feel comfortable eating outside our home…not quite yet. It’s a good thing that I love to cook.
Submitted by Christina on July 20, 2020 - 10:33am
Watching an hour of television at night makes me feel sick. There. I said it out loud. It’s not the programming so much as it’s the Big Pharma ads during the programs.
If they’re to be believed, every single person struggling with one disease or another is well, frankly, living their best lives. If these ads are to be believed, (and trust me, they want us to believe them), people struggling with every ailment from psoriatic arthritis to type 2 diabetes to metastatic breast cancer are having more adventurous and robust lives than any healthy person could dream of having.
Submitted by Christina on July 9, 2020 - 1:50pm
As social distancing and limited exposure to people not in your nuclear circle (like people with whom you share a home) continue, I am thinking about dinner parties and other fun food gatherings, like cooking classes.
Submitted by Christina on June 2, 2020 - 8:37am
I don’t know about you, but I am about at my wit’s end. A weekend of fury and violence has made the pandemic feel like a premonition of what was to come. It laid bare all of the inequity in modern society and has left us feeling sad, exhausted, worried and anxious as another week begins. It’s certainly hard to seek pleasure, even simple ones.