Food waste is a serious problem. According to the NRDC, American consumers waste a full 25 percent of the food they buy. This is alarming for several reasons. To start, wasted food also represents a waste of water, land, energy, and financial resources. After being discarded, that wasted food largely ends up in landfills, representing 16 percent of methane output in the US. read more »
There are people who make the world a far better place simply by living in it, and this week, we lost one of them.
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Lately, my go-to breakfast has been a big bowl of Greek yogurt with sliced fruit. After a few weeks of this, I started to crave a little crunch too. Enter toasted oats (I made mine with coconut, cinnamon, and a touch of honey). Similar to granola, these take just about 10 minutes to make. I like just a few tablespoons on my yogurt, but my daughters have been eating them by the spoonful. read more »
I’ve been feeling like a little bit of a mess lately––always disheveled and behind schedule. And the holidays add a little extra pressure to the mix. Besides all the things we actually have to do this time of year, there’s also a pressure to HAVE FUN. We must enjoy, savor, each passing moment. And the house should look immaculate while you do it. I’m doing my best to shrug things off and just let everyone be themselves this holiday, but all those perfect Pinterest trees, magazine cookies, and epic holiday tables can be hard to shake.
So it was a welcome reprieve when two really nice things happened this past weekend. read more »
One of the great things about humanity is our adaptability. We adjust quickly to a set of circumstances; we experiment, assess, and move on. The downside of this survival skill is that as soon as a new achievement is attained, us humans are quick to renegotiate our happiness and needs. It’s the whole grass is always greener thing. read more »
If my rural southern forbears found out that each year I seek out the chance to pick apples, they’d probably be disappointed that I didn’t own the orchard but glad that it was something easy like apples instead of something gross like tobacco. But when they found out that I actually pay for the privilege of doing farm work, they’d all keel over dead on the spot (hopefully after producing whichever offspring ultimately led to my existence). Why on Earth, they would wonder, would I pay to harvest fruit? And even worse, why would I drag my children into it?
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