Submitted by Christina on October 15, 2020 - 10:22am
I was listening to some people at my gym talking and they referred to 2020 in the most perfect way: “a total and complete s*&t show.”
Sad to say, but they’re right about this year which continues to be filled with surprises, not many of them good. Just when you think things can’t go further off the rails, well, you’re wrong again. And it’s not over yet.
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 we venture out into the post-pandemic world, we are all still cooking. We are, right? I know so many of us are so eager to get back to eating out, but please, my loves, let's not leave the kitchen behind, ok?
I know it's "easy for me to say," since I have cooking baked into my DNA but the kitchen is still where it's at if we are to be metabolically strong enough to fight infection...now and in the future.
It's time to, once again, get out of our own way.
Submitted by Christina on June 26, 2020 - 12:27pm
As I write this, I casually glance at the calendar, just to see the date since, like most of you, I’ve lost all track of time. I saw that, if life was normal (will it ever be?), I would be working with a group of gorgeous travelers on one of my groovy Italian adventures on the Amalfi Coast, in the town of Ravello, staying at Villa San Cosma. It hot me like a brick and then I drifted off my focus on writing and began thinking about the things I love and miss in Italy.
Submitted by Christina on April 24, 2020 - 10:54am
There’s no question. This is bad. Our current struggle (even with a light at the end of this very long tunnel) is out of the realm of imagination for us. None of us, with the exception of missionaries and doctors who have worked with pandemics in other countries has the tools to navigate this. In the past, we watched with horror as films show pandemics decimating the human race. None of us expected to live in it for real. It’s a nightmare from which we can’t wake…not yet.
Submitted by Christina on March 30, 2020 - 8:47am
It was during my qigong practice. I was letting go of the realities of life and letting the chi flow freely through my body, softening the tightness in my back when I thought of you.
I thought about how you’re managing. Many of you love to share with me on my various social platforms: your favorite recipes, fave veggies. You tell me how you feel. You also let me know when you don’t agree with me. I love it all.
Submitted by Christina on March 18, 2020 - 9:58am
As COVID-19 continues its iron grip on our world and life as we know it continues to change, as it should, I thought I would talk about cleaning.
As you read on, before you all freak out and yell at me, hear me out and then if you still want to yell at me, go ahead. I can take it.
As we buy and buy and buy hand sanitizers, chemical disposable wipes and heaven forbid…bleach, I think about the planet as well as our personal health and wellness. It’s important to stay safe, of course but we must think long term about the impact on our planet.
Submitted by Christina on January 16, 2020 - 10:20am
It’s been a long time since I was in a kitchen full time. Most of my days now are spent testing recipes, writing articles, planning and teaching cooking classes, serving on a number of non-profit boards, traversing the globe teaching and hosting groups.
I consult with restaurants on healthy vegan menu items. On those occasions…in the kitchen, I miss the action of ‘the line.’ I miss the heat, the stress, the camaraderie of the kitchen crew, the ‘family meal’ before service, the gorgeous plates, the decompress after an 18-hour day…all of it. Back in the day, I loved all of it.
Submitted by Christina on March 4, 2019 - 9:17am
I grew up in a wild, passionate Italian and Irish family. Food was the glue that bonded us and quality of ingredients reigned supreme. My Irish father worked as a butcher (with an artist’s soul) to support the family, juggling positions at three different shops to make ends meet. He worked two jobs during the week and one on weekends. He was rarely home and when he was, he was napping, eating, fixing something around the house, drawing charcoal portraits or enjoying his children.
Submitted by Christina on August 29, 2017 - 10:46am
It’s Childhood Cancer Awareness Month and Childhood Obesity Awareness Month so let’s talk about our kids and their wellness, shall we?
I’ll start this article by saying that I don’t have kids. I always say when other young women were getting married and having babies, I was getting married and healing from cancer.