Food is sustenance, food is pleasure. Food feeds our bodies and souls, and brings us together in a moment with the people in our lives to just stop, relax, appreciate, rejuvenate, and enjoy.
I have always been a lover of good food. My mother taught my brothers and I to cook at a young age and as a family, we always ate together. Mother taught us basic techniques in the kitchen, and she taught us to let ourselves be free to create and to learn from our experiences. In the kitchen there are no failures, only opportunities to learn and insight to be gained about how to try something differently next time.
I love to cook. I mean, I really love to cook. I especially love to share food that I have prepared with people who I care about. It is how I show love. Love that I have dreamed, created, and prepared just for the moment that we will share.
Most of the greatest memories I have all include good food. Birthdays growing up when we'd go to Alexis, our family favorite Greek Restaurant in Portland. Traveling through seven European countries with my mother, eating our way from town to town. Studying abroad in Italy and preparing the freshest ingredients I could find daily at the local produce shop, bakery, or meat shop that were right near my flat. I could go on and on.
Five years ago, I thought for a moment that my love affair with truly good food was ending when I was diagnosed with celiac disease. After the brain fog cleared a few short days after eliminating gluten from my diet, I started feeling like myself again and was able to see being gluten free as an adventure I would willingly embrace. I have never looked back. Although my love for food has changed markedly throughout my life I do not see being gluten free as a barrier to enjoyment. Instead, I see a world of food options that prior to my diagnosis I didn't even know existed.
My mother is lovingly nicknamed the "cook without a conscience" as her food ALWAYS feeds the mouth and soul, but sometimes neglects what is best for the body. As someone who lived in a chronically ill body for many years (while consuming gluten), I choose to feed my body first. Thanks to mother and years of cooking and experimenting, my taste buds don't mind this choice one bit. Eating for life can taste good. Join me as I continue to learn to eat to live.
I have always been a lover of good food. My mother taught my brothers and I to cook at a young age and as a family, we always ate together. Mother taught us basic techniques in the kitchen, and she taught us to let ourselves be free to create and to learn from our experiences. In the kitchen there are no failures, only opportunities to learn and insight to be gained about how to try something differently next time.
I love to cook. I mean, I really love to cook. I especially love to share food that I have prepared with people who I care about. It is how I show love. Love that I have dreamed, created, and prepared just for the moment that we will share.
Most of the greatest memories I have all include good food. Birthdays growing up when we'd go to Alexis, our family favorite Greek Restaurant in Portland. Traveling through seven European countries with my mother, eating our way from town to town. Studying abroad in Italy and preparing the freshest ingredients I could find daily at the local produce shop, bakery, or meat shop that were right near my flat. I could go on and on.
Five years ago, I thought for a moment that my love affair with truly good food was ending when I was diagnosed with celiac disease. After the brain fog cleared a few short days after eliminating gluten from my diet, I started feeling like myself again and was able to see being gluten free as an adventure I would willingly embrace. I have never looked back. Although my love for food has changed markedly throughout my life I do not see being gluten free as a barrier to enjoyment. Instead, I see a world of food options that prior to my diagnosis I didn't even know existed.
My mother is lovingly nicknamed the "cook without a conscience" as her food ALWAYS feeds the mouth and soul, but sometimes neglects what is best for the body. As someone who lived in a chronically ill body for many years (while consuming gluten), I choose to feed my body first. Thanks to mother and years of cooking and experimenting, my taste buds don't mind this choice one bit. Eating for life can taste good. Join me as I continue to learn to eat to live.
Beautiful! What a great start for a blogspot! Anna, you will always inspire those who seek Goodness!--Nicole
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