As I mentioned a few weeks ago in the newsletter, Charlie and I are officially shacking up for a few months. The cohabitation experiment will continue beyond that (assuming we don’t kill each other!), but in a much bigger space than my 400 square foot studio.
Moving in general is one of the more stressful activities that life throws at us, even when the destination is full of excitement. And even when said move just means dehoarding your cabinets and closet to make room for another human’s wardrobe. Continue reading
For July’s wellness experiments I finally kicked my butt into gear and tried to make movement a priority for 30 minutes everyday. I also forced myself to experience some of the city’s hottest and hardest fitness classes in an attempt to feed my body as many different kinds of movement nutrients as possible.
I had many pounds of dread to shed leading up to these challenges. And the biggest one—which, perhaps got me into this weak, shapeless mess in the first place—was my back.
I talked a little bit about this in my intro to exercise month. But what I didn’t mention was one important lesson from my back rehabilitation. Continue reading
When the weather dips below 30 degrees, I admit that my best Farmer’s Market intentions usually fall victim to a fleece blanket and my Seamless web app. But come summer, I make up for lost time.
Martha’s Vineyard is my happy place, and there’s nowhere else in the world where I’d rather load up my basket with goodness from the garden and spend all week cooking it. Continue reading
Eggplant caponata always brings me back to my semester abroad in Rome. The cramped three-bedroom apartment I shared with six other students was where a lot of my small kitchen experiments began.
Our galley kitchen probably had less counter space than my current Manhattan studio, and barely contained enough silverware and plates to feed all the roommates at once. And yet, being budget-conscious students in an overpriced touristy part of town, we didn’t have much choice but to visit the nearby outdoor market in Campo dei Fiori and cook for ourselves. Continue reading
It was incredibly painful to crisp up these oozy mushroom cheddar grilled cheese sandwiches on the barbie and not be able to take a bite. I’ll be recreating a gluten-free version on my own grill this summer. Continue reading
As those of you who are familiar with the site know, aside from being gluten-free, I don’t really subscribe to any specific diet. My going philosophy is to eat a lot of good, with a little bad. Which ensures that my diet is equal parts French fries and kale.
But after my research for The Wellness Project’s Gut Guilt month, I’ve begun to take a slightly different stance on where meat falls on the good-bad spectrum. Despite the carb-free, high protein trends, the majority of scientific studies lean towards the idea that we could all benefit from eating less animal protein. Continue reading
My cocktail game leaves a lot to be desired.
Part of the problem is that I’m dating a wine guy. And when Charlie isn’t hauling cases of rose back to his apartment (and occasionally splitting his suit pants in the process), he’s casually challenging acquaintances to homemade Old Fashioned throwdowns and brainstorming creative contents for his copper Moscow Mule cups. Continue reading
(sorry for the lack of seasonality in these photos…)
For the last 5 years, I’ve been on a pretty steady fitness downward spiral. And while in my early twenties I could go a month without exercising and then snap my droopy delts back into gear with a 4-mile run, when months turn into years, you eventually reach a point when you’ve officially “let yourself go.”
It’s not that I’m a Hannah Horvath-esque sloth by nature (though sometimes I too use my chest as a tray). The thing that kicked off the nosedive in the first place was that every time I tried to run, I would get a horrible pelvic cramp within half a block. (Spoiler alert: the culprit was a lasagna brick of gluten lodged in my intestines). Continue reading