During moon sister month of my project, I wanted to put all the pieces of my lady puzzle together and better understand how I can fuel my life, love, and desires according to my cycle.
Part one was learning to chart my fertility, which I started experimenting with back in May. Some amazing new apps have made the process that much easier, though there are still some lifestyle annoyances (more on those below). The second part was about getting in tune with my flow; exercising and eating according to my moon time to promote healthy balanced hormones. Continue reading
Though I eat vegan a lot of the time, thanks to my experiment with VB6 back in March, until recently, the world of meat substitutes was largely foreign to me. During rare and coveted pilgrimages to Whole Foods in college, I used to buy boxes of microwavable soy nuggets, which would mysteriously vanish from my side of the freezer after my housemates had a particularly wild night, much to my lunchtime h-anger the next day. But as a flexitarian who sometimes indulges in the real thing, a dish like vegan tuna salad never held much appeal.
Partly because of my recent work with Gardein, a plant-based frozen foods company whose products taste wonderfully and scarily like actual carnivorous favorites (i.e. much better than those long forgotten soy nuggets), I’ve begun experimenting a little more with vegan alternatives. So when I got my hands on Rich Roll and Julie Piatt’s new cookbook The Plant Power Way, after having the pleasure of meeting them at Mind Body Green Revitalize, I was very intrigued to try their take on Portabella Parmesana, Fettuccini Alfredo, and Strawberry Mint Cacao Cheesecake. Continue reading
Summer is sadly winding down. So I thought I’d lift your spirits a bit by resurrecting one of my favorite seasonal cocktail recipes: the grilled strawberry bellini. Calling this a recipe is generous, as it’s stupid easy. Soak a few skewers, thread your fruit, and char it slightly over a high flame so that all those juices get muddled in your glass. Continue reading
I know I’ve been a little negligent this year about bringing regular Wellness Wednesday videos your way. But this week’s guest makes up for every missed month with her awesomeness. And I’m SO psyched I managed to line up the interview just in time for my August Moon Sisterhood challenge.
I read Alisa Vitti’s fabulous book WomanCode last year during the early stages of putting together my curriculum for The Wellness Project. And it shed some much needed light on how hormones rule the body and play a central role in so many mysterious ailments. Continue reading
Earlier this summer, Charlie was out in LA for work, and I decided to join him for a little mini vacation. We stayed at a trendy new-ish hotel called The Line in Koreatown, and spent Friday afternoon playing hookey from life and lounging by the pool.
In addition to a café called Pot, which left me confused and slightly disappointed when I flipped to the room service tab by the same name, the hotel housed Roy Choi’s restaurant Commissary. I’m a big fan of the movie Chef (duh), which Choi consulted on. But had never eaten any of his food. Continue reading
As much as I love the laid back energy of July and August, I usually get this giddy vibe when back-to-school season hits. Obviously, I’m not actually heading back to class. But even for us childless adults, September brings us back to some reality of sorts.
Weirdly, this summer was crazy busy, so I’m not exactly craving the city workweek crush in the same was as I was in past summers. I am looking forward to sticking around for weeks on end though and getting back into some sort of cooking rhythm. Continue reading
I feel ashamed to say that I have yet to taste the magic of corn on the cob this season (though there may still be some in my teeth from last year). My favorite farm on Martha’s Vineyard grows the best corn in the whole damn world, and having not been back since the crop came into season, my tastebuds have been boycotting all inferior varieties. Continue reading
I spent a few post-college years convinced that I was lactose intolerant. This was pre-gluten diagnosis, and because wheat belly was not yet a well documented symptom, I just assumed that feeling sick after eating baked pasta, grilled cheese sandwiches, and greasy pizza was because of the dairy, and not the vehicle that transported it into my mouth.
Ironically, the things I was most scared of eating were ice cream and bisques. So my consumption of black raspberry scoops in summertime and creamy tomato soup come winter shrank to very lame proportions. Of course, minus the bread bowls and waffle cones, I probably would have been way better off designing my meals around these items instead of peanut noodles and banana bread. But you live and learn. And in the process, I’ve made up for a lot of lost time on the ice cream front. Continue reading