My Pre-Kindergarten days have a dark side. It starts with a single file line walk towards the cafeteria. We were place in pre-assigned small chairs at low-rising tables to anxiously wait for lunch to arrive. I prayed for my favorite lunch, for there was a rule: No recess until plates are clean. My prayers were answered on some days. On other days, my classmates and I were served a baloney and mustard sandwich, and I wasn’t blessed with recess. It was also the moment, where my teacher and I lock eyes. Read more →
In yoga, we’re supposed to let our combative thoughts leave the sanctuary. However, as I’m standing in the tadasana pose, thoughts of food bring comfort as well. Such thoughts are relaxing, right? During the last class, I planned a dinner of buttery, roast potatoes with a dollop of thick yogurt served with Harissa spicedBrazilian Collard Greens mixed with chickpeas. When a particular dish is craved, it’s my body recommending an ingredient that has a certain vitamin or nutrient it needs immediately. During that dripping wet bikram class, my body was begging for good fats and carbohydrates (carbs). After all, I was waking up quite early to run a few miles the next day. I love when my body needs plenty of carbs. The media and crazy diet plans have made people unnecessarily scared of carbs, but I embrace them wholeheartedly. Eating excessive carbs are one of the joys about maintaining a regular cardio workout, because they’re an essential energy boost. Read more →
Tuna fish is that canned essential ingredient in a well-stocked pantry. It’s not a coveted meal. It’s the lunch or dinner served the day before a paycheck, or in this Great Recession, it’s a deposit from the unemployment agency into the bank account. Yep, I know about those emergency meals. Truthfully, I crave a fresh tuna steak. Thinly sliced revealing a bright pink flesh with a tender, mouth-watering, saline taste seasoned only with good quality olive oil, sea salt, and fresh black pepper. Oh, those were the days when life was worry-free. These days, I use a can opener. Read more →
Lessons in Moments of Silence
A couple of weeks ago, a beloved neighbor passed away unexpectedly. Of all the people I know, why did it have to be him? My neighbor is known for being bright and positive, and such a statement is not of his spirit. That being said, I realize it’s a terrible thought to utter into words. Grief over a loss has mostly been my experience of late, for his passing is the fourth memorial in less than six months. My perception of life has tilted toward the negative. Attempting to wake up happy, I’m moving with a heavy heart against a strong wind that doesn’t cease to take a break. Read more →
Winter’s Radicchio leaves and firm Bosc pears create a jewel of a salad lovingly enjoyed during the last few weeks of winter. Spring Equinox is about a month away. Piles of snow are melting, but let’s not rejoice too early. After a few years of living in New York, I’m not convinced the last of the snowstorms are finally in the past. It’s a bittersweet time of year full of warm anticipation, but snow flurries appear in April, too.
Most red and purple hued vegetables are honestly sweet. Au contraire for the reddish- purple and white leaves of radicchio, for it has a fresh bitter bite. Good looks fool most people. On occasion, I take advantage of radicchio’s bitter taste to fill it with generous spoonfuls of pungent blue cheese and toast walnuts. It’s an addictive snack. The strong flavors combined mellow into an honest, sweet taste. Read more →