Finding Time for Thai Chickpeas

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Isn't it funny how it seems it's always easier to get things done with less free time on hand? When I have a large chunk of free time ahead of me, I routinely make a long to-do list of all of life's duties I will finally have the time to attend to. Even more routinely, I ignore said lists. Why would I do laundry when I could instead take a walk to the edge of Queens and take in the Manhattan skyline across the smallest arm ...

Whoopie (Pies)!

In exactly 24 hours from the minute I'm typing this, I will be done with my career as a college undergrad. I'll walk out of that last exam, sell my $50 textbook back for all of about $2, and throw my hands up in the air. Victory. Remember the scene in The Lion King where Simba slowly morphs from cub to adult as he makes a dramatic march across a bridge, all to the tune of Hakuna Matata? This is how I envision the walk back ...

The tRuth About Almond Butter

In second grade, I was an Elite Member of the Peanut Butter & Jelly Club. It was the thing to do as an elementary school child. My Membership was revered; it gave me all kinds of status. Well, at least it did in my household, among the Club's one other member, my brother. Becoming a member of the PB&J Club was easy. All you had to do was commit to eating a PB&J for breakfast every day of the school week (for the entire school year/until ...

Jazzed-Up Granola Bars

SNOW. I may have had to dream of a white Christmas, but I'm happy to say I won't be suffering though a snowless January. A snowstorm moved through quietly this week, leaving the Midwest in a momentary standstill as the plows  fueled up.  A few cold-blooded souls grumbled as they slid deeper into their Snuggies (ok, probably more than a few souls), but the rest of us strapped in, buttoned up and en-scarved ourselves as we bounded outdoors. PLAYTIME. Snowy activities may include but aren't limited to: skiing, ...

Pleasurability

Growing up, my brother and I had completely different approaches to food. He was the kind of person who would forget to eat, who wished he could take a magical once-daily pill to fulfill his nutritional needs rather than taking time out for several meals (luckily, he has since reversed that mindset). I, on the other hand, regarded meal time as sacred, and often wondered what was for breakfast soon after finishing dinner. For me, food isn't about sustenance. It's not even about achieving optimal nutrition (I'll devote ...