Last month I spoke to the Food for the Hungry staff about Ethiopia. I was saddened by how many of the details of the trip had faded already. I sat there and grasped for memories. There are stories left to write, will I still be able to tell them? Self-doubt creeps in. Maybe I’m not doing a good enough job. Responsibility weighs heavy on my shoulders. Two days ago,…
Before I was a dietitian, I was a waitress. Serving food is something everyone should have to do once in their life. It’s hard work, but the best money you can make as a teenager and college student. I worked at many different restaurants including Chili’s, Bison Witches, and Ruby Tuesday. Back in my Ruby Tuesday days, the only thing I knew about kale was that it lined the salad…
As I mentioned in my last post, fall sports season is here. With 5:00 games and practices, dinner becomes quite a challenge. To avoid a week filled with drive-thru dinners, I pull out my trusty slow cooker and let it do the work for me. There’s nothing better than walking in the door after a baseball game to the smell of a fully cooked healthy meal. This one is simple…
Fall sports season has arrived and with it comes the ever debatable snack schedule. On one side, you have parents who say kids need nothing more than water and a piece of fruit after a game to refuel and stay healthy. On the other hand, you have parents who think it’s no big deal to offer soda, sports drinks, candy, cookies and/or chips after competition. Usually the argument I hear…
For ten years now, my Halloween decor has looked like this. These two guys, a potholder, and our bubbly witch light were the extent of my Halloween decor. Last year I wanted to improve our Halloween situation, so I got fancy and made a fall wreath. I also spray painted the letters B-O-O in a sparkly purple that doesn’t match anything in the house. I added to the front door…
I’ve been traveling a bit lately, and when I’m gone my parents pick up the slack. Actually, they do much more than that. Grandma and Grandpa take such great care of the kids that when I come home, the kids ask when I’m going to leave again. On my last trip, they built a giant scarecrow for the garden plot. Joe and Leila picked out the clothes from the thrift…
