Start your day off right with something sweet or savory.
Before we dig into this Warm Stone Fruit Salad with Chile and Lime, let’s dig into what’s going on. When you finish a gigantic project (like a book), you generally go through a time when you can’t figure out what…
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Sometimes, when the seasons switch, I crave an easy recipe for eating lighter and a method for sticking to that lighter eating. I devised this recipe for 5-Minute Wake-Me-Up Breakfast Bowls for both of us, to bring on spring in…
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This quick Kimchi Guacamole recipe will take you through Cinco de Mayo (which is fast approaching) and well into summer Margaritas by the sea or your sunny backyard, wherever you choose to unwind and grab some rays. I’ve been thinking…
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Last month, I shared something on Instagram about skinny food. That Gorgeous Green Smoothie image received nearly two hundred likes and I am still thinking about it today. You see, for decades, I really did think that skinny food (or…
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I’ve been waiting for this moment. I signed my contract with my publisher in the early part of 2017. After almost two years of hard work and the ups and the downs of life, A New Way to Food is…
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I’ve been big all my life. I was chubby as a big-little kid. I was plump and overly developed as a teen. And through my twenties and thirties, I was definitely obese. As if being big all my life wasn’t…
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I know Christmas is just weeks away (can you believe it?) but the holiday spirit hit me early last summer. In June, Southern Living magazine asked me to create a bunch of new homemade edible gifts with gift wrap ideas for…
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In Vermont, he often wakes first after hearing the noisy birds shouting from the apple trees by the bedroom window. Those birds are likely chirping, “Hello, sweeties, let’s begin the day,” only it sounds way harsher than that. It resembles something like straight-up yelling. In…
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Too many spots. It was an unspoken rule. When the bananas had too many spots they were turned into banana bread. No matter the kitchen – my mother’s, my aunt’s, my grandmother’s – the bananas were, without question, carefully separated…
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“Work is love made visible.” For months now, I’ve been chewing on this phrase by 19th century Lebanese-American poet Kahlil Gibran. My academic brain wants to pick it apart, but my regular self—the mother, the recipe tester, the one who…
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