“I have pretended to go mad in order to tell you the things I need to. I call it art. Because art is the word we give to our feelings made public. And art doesn’t worry anyone.”
-“The First Thing is Taking Strange Pictures”
The other day, someone in my family sent me a photo of their cereal breakfast and asked me what I thought about it. Specifically, the photo depicted a bowl filled with (more than one serving) of cereal, a carton of almond milk, a cup of orange juice, and a coffee.
I know that overall, this breakfast doesn’t really sound unhealthy (and this person did choose a cereal that was mostly whole-grain). However, from a nutritional stand point, I felt that it contained a lot of sugar without much variation in nutrients. So, I decided that I wanted to provide this person with suggestions on how to get more benefit from a cereal breakfast, as well as with some general nutrition information. I presented the information using Prezi to make it more interesting, and anyone can access it through this link:
I thought I would share this here, so that my readers could also use it as a resource. Enjoy! ❤
Good and Cheap is a cookbook I have been excited about for a while now. It was designed with low-income individuals in mind; particularly those receiving SNAP benefits.
Coincidentally, I had somehow discovered the book at a time when we were going over SNAP benefits (what used to be food stamps) in my community nutrition class. So, I was especially fond of the concept behind it and I’ve been keeping it under my “resources stash” ever since.
It’s cool, because Good and Cheap is available for download as a free PDF online; making it accessible to virtually anyone. But free doesn’t mean the quality is cheap!
The pictures in this cookbook are phenomenal! They just make the food look scrumptious. I love this, because it is intended for an audience who may not be inclined to try things that are new or “different.” But presented with pictures like these, anyone would be enticed to try a recipe or two or three or four!
You can also tell that the cookbook was prepared with a lot of love and consideration. Yes, the recipes require butter, and I am fearful that someone may lash out against me advertising this, being that I am a nutrition student. However, the author is really only keeping in mind that someone eating on a limited budget is also depending on staying full from a limited number of meals. Therefore, the meals need to be filling, and the fat in butter does help with satiety, not to mention flavor.
Furthermore, each recipe in this book was prepared with the knowledge that SNAP provides a single person with about $4 a day for food. The cost to make most of the recipes conveniently fall below $4, and the total cost and cost per serving are provided for each recipe.
It did take me a while to try a recipe from this book myself, but I managed to pull it out the other day, when my husband and I were completely out of inspiration for our grocery list. The two of us had gone through the recipes together, and we decided on trying out the following:
Chocolate Zuchinni Muffins
Egg Sandwich with Mushroom Hash
Mexican Street Corn
Toast 8 Ways
Creamy Zucchini Fettuccini
Spicy Broiled Tilapia with Lime
Deviled Eggs 6 Ways
Potato Leek Pizza
So far, we have made, the street corn, the toast, the tilapia, the fettuccini, and the pizza. All of which were (in sing-songy voice) AMAZING. I can’t wait to try the rest!
But I did want to get this cookbook some extra attention, because I think it was wonderfully made and can be helpful for anyone, regardless of their budget. However, I am hoping that the more people know about it, the more people will be able to share it with those for which it was intended.
Happy cooking everyone! Let me know if you end up checking it out! xx
Fruit versus fruit juice.
I received another relevant “quote of the day” type thing. This time from my Runner’s World account.
Thought I’d edit it-to make it even more appropriate for the present moment…
“Experience has taught me how important it is to just keep going, focusing on [living] fast and relaxed. Eventually [pain] passes and the flow returns. It’s part of living.”
I don’t know why some people feel so free to “dump” all their negative energy onto others.
I think it is important to take heed with others, because it’s so true that you never know what the next person is going through.
But I don’t know.
Perhaps some don’t realize what an impact energy has.
Perhaps some don’t perceive their energy as negative at all! (Which would be unfortunate).
Or perhaps some simply don’t care-“misery loves company…”
Well, when this happens I think it pays to be mindful as opposed to lowering ourselves to the same level.
Booker T. Washington said this amazing line. I quote, “I shall not let any man narrow and degrade my soul by making me hate him.”
I love that. I love how he put that….
Narrow and degrade my soul.
When I think of this quote, I am able to imagine how ugly I can become by reacting in a similar way to a person who has offended me.
Another one I really like is, “Be swift to hear, slow to speak, slow to wrath.”
I do not say that I am perfect by any means. In fact, I wouldn’t be writing this if there wasn’t a particular energy I felt was pulling me down.
But I hope to shake off that energy before the rest of my day.
Things are not all bad. We just have to force ourselves to remember. 🙂
Hope everyone has a love- and peace-filled day!
This afternoon, I would just like to thank the volunteer yoga instructor who reminded me that yoga is about listening to your body. If not for her, I probably wouldn’t be happy with my current approach to yoga, which basically comprises of doing any movement that I think would make my body feel good.
I had always been intimidated by self-directed, home practice; I am useless when it comes to proper sequence. But now, I can practice at home without worrying about this. Now I can focus on what yoga is all about: mindfulness.
I still would one day love to be a yoga master-but for now-any practice is meaningful practice. And definitely so during these rough days through the semester, when-if I didn’t make a conscious effort to stop, breathe, meditate, and connect with my body-I would drive everyone insane, myself included.
So, yeah. Thanks, Stephanie. I hope our paths cross again someday. Namaste.
Dearest loved one,
Yesterday I created a post. It said- “What you leave behind is not what is engraved in stone monuments, but what is woven into the lives of others.”
Although I did believe this to be true…
…I didn’t think it would feel any truer to me today.
And it is registered to have been created on March 7th-even though it was actually on March 6th.
Is that something to do with you? Is life sending me a message?
Sorry. You probably can’t be bothered with silly questions where you are. It’s just that-with the news I sort of feel it uncanny.
But anyway–there are more important things I have to say. And well-if you feel my thoughts I guess you’ve heard it all. But I just wanted to write down that the truth is…
I was ecstatic to be hearing from you
You reappeared out of the woodwork
And well-as I’d expressed… I just thought you had already forgot-that you had a life down here once. And that we cared for you down here.
I was ecstatic to see that your time here mattered… And truly-that I mattered
I always did watch you from afar.
And I regret not imposing myself on you more
So you could know that I watched with genuine love–and hope that you would find your peace.
But when you hit me up-I didn’t understand where you were coming from. I mean. Being engaged and all-I had to mince my words a bit. I think you understood that.
And well–seeing now that–some of the things you said were really coming from some place deeper. From some deep regret…
…I wanted to give a little more.
You were… truly… like a little brother. That is what I had always said. I don’t know how we even got to the point that we recalled before your final hours-but we did become friends, that’s the bottom line.
And perhaps–it was because I was a little crazy back then… Or perhaps it was also in part because I may have been a little lonely. But I knew I wanted to kiss you mostly because I felt you. Because in our final moments as friends… Before you took that flight you have regretted to have taken-out of Vegas and back to Ohio-we were connected. And I thought if I kissed you I would feel you. I remember, I imagined if I would do it I would just surprise you in the elevator. Not so much in the car-like you were thinking.
But life-it happened the way it did. You left, and I can’t say why. I can’t say why it had happened that way. Not that I think that anything would have happened if you had stayed; I don’t mean to create false hopes-now or ever. But I just believed that that is the way it needed to be. And I regret that I didn’t understand you when you told me that you didn’t so much agree.
I mean. I still can’t say why. I still don’t know. And now that you have taken your truths with you-I must accept that I may never understand-everything.
And I do ask myself some questions. Like-maybe if I wasn’t going to Ohio to see The Dream with you anymore, maybe I could’ve gone to see you at the hospital.
Or was I ever really going to Ohio?
I mean–were we ever really meant to spend more time with each other?
Before you decided to leave-you said you would visit. And perhaps–silly me-I somewhat believed you. But really more than anything-I was just mostly scared.
You see. I am always scared. I am always scared that if someone gets any closer to me-spends any more time with me-they’ll realize that I am just not really as valuable as they make me out to be.
I thought the same for you.
But now I just wish that I had encouraged you to come! I wish I added snapchat and sent you a smile. I wish that-I had texted you… Called you…
And most importantly I wish that in those final minutes I just fucking sent you an I love you. I wanted to I swear I wanted to. But I really didn’t understand.
And now that I receive news that you didn’t make it this morning. I just want to tell you until you can feel it like a kiss in your lips-I love you, Luke. I love you kid.
You know. Perhaps there are some that would hate me for this-but at the moment-what I want to say is not that I do not wish you weren’t gone. Because I do not trust life with you. I do not trust what it did to you-how it looked after you.
No–now I just wish that you could just have all the love… All the love…and all the peace… and all the joy that could elevate you into a higher place… Into the highest place… A place untouchable by the cruelty of life and inhumanities… If there is such a place.
And if I knew-if I knew-that somehow a kiss could be a key. I would-I would kiss you. I think my love would understand.
I love you kid. I love you. With a love-that I would like to believe is unbound by time-by place-by this earthly space.
I love you-in the present tense-like I like to say.
And I regretfully say all this a tad too late.
And I thank you for not being a tad too late.
I thank you for leaving with love before your last breath,
But I promise your legacy of love will remain with me.
I will carry it
I will share it
And your legacy will not end with me.
You are beauty. Your presence in my life brought me peace. Your angelic voice brought me joy. And I hope now-you sing. I hope now-you are happy. Xx