The garden reminds me to be still. To feel.
It is there that my mind is cleared of the fog and chaos that builds up from too many hours spent staring at a screen. With my hands in the soil, my elbows brushing bean pods as I yank green weeds from around the pepper plants I learn to feel, so that I can think again.

It was just another thing on my to-do list. One that I wanted to be fun, but instead my busy schedule and lack of time left a dark shadow hanging over it in my mind–Berry picking.

The kitchen teaches me patience, and preserving food is a lesson in delayed gratification. And when my boys watch me milling about–sometimes with my hair tossed in a messy pony tail and still in my pajamas–pacing from the counter to the fridge to the garden to the trash can to the table and back to the counter working on countless food projects at once–they see something beyond the mess.

An Unfamiliar Ingredient While my mother-in-law was visiting with us last week to help me with the boys, she asked if I knew much about quinoa. I didn’t. In fact, I had only eaten it a handful of times, and only ever cooked it once, and not very successfully. The next day, Grayson and I […]

Connecting Our Kids to the Roots of What We Eat I believe that it is very important to involve children in the how, what, and why of the foods we eat. I desire to connect my children to the roots of the foods they enjoy eating. I hope to do this by involving them in […]