Submitted by Christina on May 13, 2016 - 2:03pm
When I heard that it was International Mediterranean Diet Month, it made me stop what I was doing and reflect on that for a minute or…10 (as they would in the languidly paced Mediterranean).
When we think of the Mediterranean we think of azure blue seas and leisurely days. I think of robust feasts served in olive orchards on one of our many trips to Italy with family and friends. With the table groaning under the weight of freshly cooked whole grains, beans and seasonal vegetables prepared in wildly simple and imaginative ways, I am transported there.
Submitted by Christina on May 1, 2016 - 2:57pm
What a gorgeous idea had by the UK several years ago when they dedicated this month to dental health. And while the health of our choppers is paramount to our wellness, I think we should also dedicate this month to the act of…smiling!
We see the bumper stickers all the time: Practice random acts of kindness. What if this month, we made an extra effort to smile? What if not one stranger passed us on the street that didn’t receive one our radiant grins?
Submitted by Christina on April 13, 2016 - 12:23pm
Truly warm days of summer seem a distant dream at the moment, but there is a shift in the energy around us. You can feel it if you really pay attention. The sun feels warmer; the buds more visible on tree branches; the nights seems a little less frigid.
Submitted by Christina on April 4, 2016 - 7:53pm
When I was a kid, we “ate out”…in a real restaurant once a year…on my mother’s birthday. It was her day not to cook. We ate at the same Polynesian restaurant each time as she loved what she considered their exotic food.
Otherwise, she cooked. Or I cooked. Or my Nonna cooked. Or an aunt, uncle or cousin cooked. Regardless, we cooked and ate at home.
Pizza night? They made the dough and the pizzas.
Onion rings or French fries? They made them from scratch.
Cookies? Baked in our kitchen.
Submitted by Christina on March 29, 2016 - 8:31pm
Our skin...soft, smooth, dewy—our pride and joy or the plague of our beauty regime. Never is this more obvious than in the spring when our winter-weary skin must face the light of day. For some of us, the thought of going sleeveless is too much to bear as we know our skin will be dull and lifeless, but it doesn’t have to be that way.
Submitted by Christina on March 26, 2016 - 8:28am
When I was a kid, my favorite cartoon character was Bugs Bunny. In one episode of Looney Toons, he ran around yelling “I want a Easter egg! I want a Easter egg!” It cracked me up and I ran around our house yelling it all of the Lenten season. You can imagine my mother’s delight!
So here I am grown and mature (right…) and I still love an Easter egg.
I make delicious Easter eggs every season using my favorite Peanut Butter Cup recipe.
Submitted by Christina on March 23, 2016 - 2:44pm
When I began my vegan macrobiotic practice 35 years ago, my life was on the line. I changed everything about my life to regain my health. I walked away from the foods and lifestyle that I believed had helped create my condition of illness. I ditched vegan junk food, started cooking whole grains, beans and lots of seasonal veggies. I stopped working out strenuously. I had always been fit, but training and fitness were some of the last things on my mind at this critical juncture. I left my beloved gym behind to focus on cooking and staying alive.
Submitted by Christina on March 18, 2016 - 1:00pm
I don’t know about you, but as spring begins to spring, my thoughts turn to dirt. Yup, dirt. I think about my little city garden and how may flowers and food plants I can cram into containers and in raised beds.
Submitted by Christina on March 17, 2016 - 12:25pm
I grew up with a mother who was seriously proud to be Italian. Seriously proud. She loved the cliché that there were two types of people in the world: Italians and people who wished they were Italian.
But on one day each year, she celebrated my Irish father. St. Patrick’s Day was his day (even though she sent us kids to school with “Kiss Me, I’m Italian” buttons on our coats). We listened to Irish crooners sing “Danny Boy” until we cried. My dad told the story of St Patrick driving the snakes from Ireland with typical Irish flair. It was quite the thing.
Submitted by Christina on March 11, 2016 - 10:39am
Winter drags on with February behind us and spring on the horizon, but it’s cold and most of us are over it. I know I am. We can become cranky and not as luscious as we usually are, right? Some of us regret not taking that island holiday over the holidays, our toes in tropical sand; the warm breezes relaxing our tense shoulders. As though that would have helped with our stressful lives. Maybe it would have, but the truth is pretty simple.