Nourish

Whistling and gusting wind in the oak trees outside my bedroom window woke me this morning. I tried to stay in bed, but something about the wind felt beckoning to my soul. I came downstairs and opened the blinds, the tree tops ferociously swaying, bending back and forth as the wind had its way with…

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Hunger is More Than Our Appetite

My history does not lend itself to be very forgiving or much less welcoming of others into my kitchen.

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My ambivalent relationship with cooking

I had the chance to pick the featured image for the month of February at Red Tent Living. And I knew it needed to be food—rich, decadent, effort-induced food.

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