My Whole30 Experience
Even though I wrote about why I decided to go on Whole30, talking about my body is something I absolutely dread. Even to myself. Stupidly, I got to the point that I harmfully pushed myself to achieve success - whatever that means - to make up for the fact that I have a double chin.
Why I'm Doing Whole30
I really hate talking about diets. My relationship with food, just like every other human being, is complicated. My size 2 self in high school was miserable. I wasn't eating and thought being skinny was THE answer. To what? I don't know. Fast forward to my solid size 14 self, and here I was again, miserable with my body. The crappy thing though was I thought I was eating how I was supposed to.
But my weight isn't even why I wanted to do the Whole30 program. Sure, seeing my friends on Facebook have amazing results helped but I've tried diets before. I've failed diets before. But again, I'm not talking about pounds. We all know that healthy comes in many sizes. What I'm talking about is deeper than appearances.
Pike Place Market
Pike Place Market, not Pike's as my Seattle native husband used to repeatedly correct me when we were dating, is magical. Some may argue the Space Needle is more iconic, but to my heart filled with all things food and history that brings a foundation to the city that I love, the market is the heart of the city.
Years ago, there was this blip in the news about closing down the market because profits were low. I was horrified, but more ashamed of the that I rarely purchased anything when I was there. That's why I'm putting the tips below for some friendly advice from a Seattleite and really some reminders for myself.
My Thanksgiving Menu
We are less than three weeks away from Thanksgiving.
Today, I wanted to show you what is on my menu for an intimate version of the day of feasting. Growing up, there used to be an average of twenty people in my home on this holiday and we would eat a collection of dishes that ranged from Korean to Thai to the classic American. Now, the quantity of people is smaller but my sentiment for the holiday is still the same. So this particular meal below is catered for me and my husband, with a smaller bird and the rest of the dishes being vegetarian.
Yes, this is a whole lot of food for two people - the serving sizes are four to six - but I have to say that what I look forward to most is eating the leftovers the next day while watching some Charlie Brown cartoons. The older classic animations of course.
My Rendezvous with ChefSteps
I just met the most warm, inviting and funny people and they all work at ChefSteps.
These folks already have a great "About" page, so I'm not going to recreate that. Instead, I want to tell you how it feels to be in a room full of women and men that have internal motivation and collectively want to create outstanding work. You get a high. That's how it feels.
What are Food Skills?
When I say the words “food skills” I see the person I’m talking to imagine being on a reality TV show, trying to cook a caterpillar over a fire. The word pairing seems primitive, and a subject that’s more of an elective.
But what’s really reality - meta - is that you have to eat. You have to eat food, or you can not live. I know this conversation might be going into the deep end, but bear with me.
Math. Science. English. All subjects that are taught as common skills needed in life. But what about food. Am I saying those subjects should be taken out of schools? Absolutely not. I’m not a crazy person. I also understand that there are deadly allergies, unfortunate diseases and lack of access to food that are among the many issues we have with sustaining ourselves.
So here’s the deal. I am never going to tell you that you have to do something, but maybe put what skills you need that are related to food in the front seat. Here are mine.
Northwest Workshop - The Movie
Just kidding, it's a little promo video. But it's just as exciting as a movie, because it's a little window into my love of everything Northwest, feeding people and running this food blog. I think this is perfect timing with the one year anniversary and all of Northwest Workshop.
Northwest Workshop Is One
It's been one year since my first blog post. I'm going to spare you the generic phrases that usually accompany an anniversary. Instead, grab some wine so I can tell you a story.
It's true: there's an ocean of food blogs on the internet. So why did I start Northwest Workshop? I'm going to proceed with visuals.
West Seattle Farmers Market
Sometimes I feel spoiled rotten. How could I forget that I have access to produce and goods from local farmers year-round. I claim guilty of having the Northwest ailment of not taking advantage of the bounty our region has to offer.
But then the West Seattle Farmers Market moved to the streets. They have officially moved to their forever home, and I couldn't be more thrilled with the large amount of goodies that I can get my hands on. In walking distance. Year-round. Pinch me now.
Creative Spotlight | Handmade Guitars By Mark Schmale
A lot of people told me of Mark’s many talents. Some so incredible, it was hard to imagine in this digital world we have created for ourselves. Then I arrived at his home one day, looked up at the house he had built and was living in, and understood. Oh my word. He gets it.
Creative Spotlight | Henrietta's Eye
I am ridiculously happy to introduce Northwest Workshop’s first Creative Spotlight: Henrietta’s Eye. They create original wet plate collodion tintypes, that I have to say, put you in a time capsule. I call the lovely people behind this friends and an inspiration for artists everywhere. They’re also known as Stephen Robinson and Libby Bulloff. Without further ado, here’s a little insight on their world of tintypes.
How To Build A Fire
Building a fire. That is something that definitely goes on the "why don't I know how to do that?" list.
I've been to many a bonfires where everyone was excited, sitting around the fire pit, waiting for the flames to rise. Waiting. Waiting. Then someone puts lighter fluid on the pile of wood and there are cheers. Then the flames quickly die out. Did I snicker? Maybe. But did I know what to do instead? Nope.
Now I do.