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Non-GMO Awareness Month with $25 Whole Foods Market Giveaway

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Did you know it is Non-GMO awareness month? Back in 2013 Whole Foods committed to providing GMO transparency in labeling of products sold in it's stores by 2018. I must admit, when the announcement was made, it felt so far away, but in this moment it feels right around the corner. 

So, what in the world are GMO's? 

GMO stands for Genetically Modified Organism. A GMO is created in a laboratory by altering the genetic makeup of a plant by splicing the DNA with foreign proteins and bacterias, viruses or other plants and animals. A Genetically Modified Organism can not occur naturally, it is created in a laboratory through genetic engineering by the manipulation of that plant/organism's DNA. Most importantly, a GMO is patent protected by the corporation that created it in their laboratory, which ultimately hinders third party and government research into their safety.

Why label GMO's? 

Unfortunately we can not see what ingredients were genetically modified with our eyes. It ta…

Celebrating American Cheese Makers

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October is American Cheese month and there is no better way to celebrate then by consuming some American made cheese! Did you know that Whole Foods Market employs over 200 Certified Cheese Professionals, which is more than half of the entire world's certified cheesemongers? Beyond all the accolades, I love sourcing cheese from Whole Foods for a variety of reasons. In the cheese department, you can try it before you buy it, just ask for a sample. My top reason for loving Whole Foods for cheese (other than the employees in the cheese department) is that you don't have to commit to the portion that is precut. You can ask someone to cut a portion to your exact specifications. This simple service has allowed us the opportunity to purchase and try a variety of cheeses, even a few that may be out of our normal budget. Confession, I love splurging on cheese.

My favorites and a few new ones we tried!

Haystack Mountain Applewood Smoked Chèvre is a local cheese, we've been buying for…

Total Lunar Eclipse, My Kind of Magic

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4:15 am came faster than my mind had anticipated. I rolled over to look out the window and see if I could catch a glimpse of the moon from the comfort of my own bed. Nope. I got out of bed, pressed my nose onto the cold glass and let my eyes search for a glowing white orb. Nope. Dammit, reality hit me, I was going to have to put on pants, more than likely a sweatshirt, and a hat before heading out in the dark to watch the lunar eclipse. As I was about to open the front door, instinctively I grabbed the wool blanket off the sofa. The concrete sidewalk was cold on my feet, that just moments ago were snuggled under a down blanket. I walked fifteen paces and turned around, there it was, the moon aglow entering into the first phases of the eclipse. The moon magically hung in the clear night sky, the bottom beginning to show hints of a beautiful burgundy meets pumpkin, red and orange melding on the surface, the earth starting to cast it's shadow, the sun coming up from behind our backs,…

Paint Meets The Page: Stay The Course

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Last night, I could've turned on the computer and watched something on Netflix or mindlessly surfed the web, but I didn't. I picked up my cup of murky grey paint water, walked over to the sink, dumped it out, and refilled the cup with clear water. I watched the muddled grey paint leave my brush as I rinsed it clean. I was discontent with not being able to accomplish what I had set out to do earlier, simply fill a page in my sketchbook, so I started fresh. I put classical music on and propped the dj style headphones on my ears. I opened to a blank page and wondered what would happen.

For me, the creative process is not being in love with what I produce. It's simply taking the time, staying the course, remaining on the page when more times than not, my brain is telling me to rip out the page. Be done, let it go. At one point late into the evening I looked down and saw about 3 remaining blank inches on the page. I could see the finish line, I was almost there, and I saw it th…

Paint Meets The Page

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Today I felt the desire to pull out my watercolors and release some paint on the pages of my sketchbook. I wasn't looking to complete a piece worthy of hanging on the walls, I was just giving my brain some creative space, asking it to accept what was spilled onto the page, allowing my hand to move freely and create.  Sometimes when I paint I feel anxious because so many aspects of the process lack control. I can't control how the paint meets the page, already wet from a previous brush stroke, or how the paint appears one way on my pallet, but vastly different in my sketchbook. 
I fought my mind today, a few times. I started panting a purple flower I had taken a photo of last week on a hike. I applied the paint really thick and it almost appeared like acrylic, instead of watercolor. The heaviness of it irked me. I happily drenched my paint brush with water, applied it to the flower, and washed it away. A faint purple wash remained on the page. I moved onto organic lines and bru…

This is Eleven

Some days 11 comes sweeping over me like an unexpected gust of wind. I sit and keenly observe the smallest details of 11 years of life, like how an everyday giggle reveals the dimples I once marveled in during her first days after birth. 11 is just different, it's right on the cusp of the world opening up to a new found independence. For me, I sense the independence when she hops in the shower without needing the water adjusted or when I see her ballet bag packed and hanging on the doorknob for her class following school. Sometimes those tiny gestures just quietly rattle me. They rattle me in the sense of how quickly the last 11 years have passed, but also they delight me in recognizing what a wonderful young woman she is becoming.

We celebrated her 11th birthday with a sushi dinner where she ordered sashimi and a kids meal, which seemed so appropriate for 11, one foot in childhood and one well seasoned foodie foot firmly planted. I sat across the table from her, full of joy throu…