This feels like the wrong recipe with which to honor the memory of Anthony Bourdain. He was — is — one of my idols, an inspiration at a time when I’d thought the well of inspiration had run dry. His work urged me to break free from my tiny, fenced-in life and go explore. Go learn something. Go experience things instead of reading about them. Just do stuff.
I have a love/hate relationship with scones. On one hand, they’re great with coffee, tea, or even a glass of wine if you’ve got a late-night sweet tooth. On the other hand, they’re super dry and make your tongue stick to the roof of your mouth in far too many cases. But when you’ve got a good scone—one that isn’t cloying and desert-level dry—you’ve got a damn good scone.
This week, after two and a half years of eating mindfully, I finally reached my goal weight. That means that I’m 22 pounds down from where I was at my heaviest in 2014. Exciting, right? I felt like I should have been excited when I stepped on the scale, but then I came to the staggering realization that, even though I focused on getting there for so long, I just didn’t care about that number anymore. Why?
I know what you’re thinking. Cheesecake? On a Wellness Wednesday? Girl, you crazy. But I promise I’m going somewhere with this. As far as I’m concerned, cheesecake fits right into a healthy, balanced lifestyle, and here’s why. Continue reading “Classic Cheesecake with Strawberries & Oreo Crust + Cultivating a Healthy Relationship with Food”
Being able to bake from scratch without a recipe is a beautiful, beautiful skill to have, and it’s one that I’m still honing. Cooking is an incredible art, but there’s something about baking that just feels like the ultimate form of creation. I’ve always had a deep appreciation for the beauty of baking. You take all these humble, seemingly unworkable ingredients, and with a little time, precision, and heat, you can create something that’s so much more than the sum of its parts.
Today is my favorite holiday of the year: pi day. I was never a big fan of pi day while I was in school—math and I do not jive—but now that those dark days are behind me, this day is just an excuse to make (and EAT!) pie. As far as I’m concerned, if a day practically begs you to eat pie, it’s a good day.