Food Blog
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For the last two months I’ve been working as a full time cheesemonger in training, and one of the best parts of my job is that once a week, while I clean cheese offcuts or work on wrapping quarter wheels of Gouda with saran, I catch a whiff of that smell coming from the kitchen…
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I’m updating where I look for relief in life. It doesn’t force optimism. It doesn’t drain me financially or push for days of self care. I’m just tapping my brain and pointing when something feels a little bit good. And right now, I’ll take it.
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When I was living in Denmark, I was introduced to the daily ginger shot. I stopped at Next Door Cafe every morning on my way to class for three ounces of straight blended ginger and lemon. I didnt get sick for months. Ever since, I’ve been a do or die ginger shot girl.
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We bar major allergens from our home, and that includes all nuts, peanuts, melons, etc. We do all we can to make our space safe, not only for our little family, but also for the people we love who share time and food with us in our home.
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Maybe one day we’ll craft some thesis about it. But right now, all I want to say is that maybe, sometimes, productivity kills peace. Maybe, sometimes, accomplishment bullies contentment. Maybe, sometimes, searching for a title takes away from who you really are… just you… without the framing of society.
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I’m trying to honor the stress that still bubbles deep down inside. I don’t have a job, the world hurts, this autumn will be filled with big messy choices. And all of that is okay. And all of that will be part of how I grow.
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I’m deprived (gladly, though they were delicious) of salted roasted peanuts and seasoned pistachios. Instead, I’ve been spent nearly six years mixing it up. Literally. I’ve tried it all… roasted edamame, every type of chocolate, a million forms of seeds. Finally, I think I’ve found the formula.
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There’s a beautiful aloneness out on a walk or hiking in the woods. There’s a special type of solo at home reading. But the Self Date is my favorite. It’s a gorgeous thing to to give yourself a solo experience – just you. What a romance it is to love and treat yourself!
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I want to take a minute just to bask in the fact that we have bodies… in whatever form they take. I certainly spend a lot of time criticizing mine. I know good and well how to pick out the parts that don’t work like they should.
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Looking ahead, I wonder what is next. Will our jalapeño plants produce a few more peppers? Will we get a warm start to autumn? Will I find a job? I’m not sure of any of it, but I relish being in the in-between.
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I thrive in a space where I can drop boundaries. A place where I can let go. Cooking, eating, sharing… it’s simple, no matter how intricate the attempted product. It feels so easy. Just like my queerness.
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If there is one thing I’ve learned in my 26 years it’s this: it is way too easy to plan your life around lessening the size of your body. Way too easy to make shrinkage part of the Terms & Agreements for adventure and excitement and living.
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In the kitchen, taking out the trash, at the train station, in line at CVS, wherever music is playing. May I suggest that dancing unprompted is one of the quickest ways to bring you joy. It is also, wonderfully, the quickest way to make the folks around you smile.
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By way of my mom, my Grampa instilled in me a love of classic old Jewish tradition, and that included Mun, a poppyseed paste filling for traditional Hamantaschen. Sure, you can find raspberry and apricot and chocolate hamantaschen by the dozen every year, but my heart is set on Mun.
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I’m grappling with big happenings and giant feelings…. and I’m struggling to express them. It’s all a cluster of tangled yarn in my brain. And it makes, well, everything a bit of a struggle. So here I am, in search of little happy things.
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I’m missing, just a bit, the spring nights we’d walk to our favorite bar, sit out on the patio at our favorite restaurant, and pop out for coffee before our Sunday farmers market. I miss Rochester, folks. I knew I would. But here we are, and I’m having serious FOMO.
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We are using food to connect with Alex’s full identity in ways that put his allergies AND his identity together at the forefront of our effort. Embedding mindfulness into our adventure with big and yummy goals. And damn, it’s been delicious.
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Food poverty and malnutrition are preventable. Providing safe and abundant food is possible. Providing clean water for drinking, cooking, and hygiene is possible. Restricting access to food is a weapon – not just in Gaza, but in my own backyard as well. In yours too.
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There’s something special about island time and the way it offers freedom. I’ve spent my whole life, just like you probably have, face to face with a barrage of dialogue around *Beach Bodies*. Yeah yeah, whatever. I know.
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Monday evening, intoxicated by the smell of grilling burgers and dogs along the marathon route and in back yards all over town, we invited my sister over for a cook-out. Or, as close as we can get to a cook-out with a cast iron on an indoor stove.
The Noshers Nest 