I feel like I just had a one-woman revolution--it's weird that when you really focus on what actually feels right and calm and fun and exciting everything just falls into place.
I have this book Real Food here in the writing studio with me and I'm not so much reading it as dipping into it thinking, who can I get to make me some turnips with butter? Hmmmm. It is awesome. It is so right.
This whole thing where you go around thinking you should eat something that is nasty and processed but has a "health" label stamped on it because it was in some magazine article about a study funded by the makers of the packaging of this healthy nasty thing, blah blah blah--the potion for that kind of uptightness around thinking about food is the ancient elixir of Fuck It.
Real Food: major and exactly where my brain is. And my feet. And my mouth. All of it.
Farms all around in Dutchess and Columbia counties, what a party. xoxox love Elizabeth, harvest baby