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My parents are currently on their way into the city for one of our family’s traditional once a month Sundays. These usually consist of several predictable parts: One: Parents arrive with an oversized suitcase full of groceries and Costco items. They are amazing. [Today I hear we're getting a tub of hummus, a quart of blueberries, Greek [...] Tonight was a definite “go-to” night. I started with bulgur and garlic.
Then tossed together some red beans and heaven vegetables: red pepper, cucumber, zucchini, and kalamata olives. Topped with pine nuts, feta, lemon juice and zest, and balsamic vinegar. Sometimes the thrown-together meals are the best of all. It’s funny that a few years ago, if I hadn’t [...] Saturdays used to be my long run day. Since getting injured, I have slowly transformed them into yoga days. I am very new to yoga. I have always been hopelessly inflexible, never coming close to a split even after twelve years of ballet. Running made my muscles even tighter, and my addiction to the adrenaline of [...] On a recent visit to my parents’ house, I opened up the first jar of peanut butter that my mom has had in years. She’s often told me that she can’t keep peanut butter in the house, because she would devour the whole thing. I find this rather tough to believe, as my mom has [...] |
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