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South American Alternatives to the Upset Stomach
Sometimes food makes you sick. That feeling, that awful awful feeling—you know the one when you wake up in the middle of the night partially consumed with a headache. At first. The moment you let the blood rush from your prostrate body to reach the tip of your head and the tip of your toes, [...]
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Bread As A Method Of Delivery
My mind cycles thinking about what I would like for dinner on nights when I have a single vegetable in the fridge. A half eaten container of yogurt won’t feed these brain cells right now. In a city where you don’t know the ins and outs of, you tend to assume you’ve had all that [...]
Also posted in Handmade Food, Memories, Obsessions Tagged bread, creation, food carts, handmade, Jersey City, love, Mexican, overeating, sandwiches Leave a comment
On How To Treat Yourself Special, And Why You Should Never Not Be Doing That
My mom finished an email to me this week with “try and do something special for yourself.” She doesn’t know I’m usually doing relatively special things for myself. Getting up fifteen minutes early to solidify a pleasant and calm morning. Dressing myself up pretty to lift my spirits. Eating a container of Greek yogurt with [...]
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The Story Behind “not enough spoons”
No matter how many times you wash your silverware by hand, or run your dishwasher, don’t you ever feel like you’re constantly running out of something? You’re craving a bowl of ice cream, some yogurt and honey, and reach into the long wide drawer, without even looking you feel yourself around inside, responding to the [...]
Also posted in Origins Tagged body awareness, childhood, dreamy, eating, ending, feeding, ice cream, life, love, overeating, spoons, titles 3 Comments
Why French Fries Remind Me Of Decision Making