Posts in "Change Happens One Day At A Time"

We picked up this habit from the mister-to-be's side of the family: every night, without fail, they have a salad with their dinner. We've always tried to do the same, but we didn't always follow-through, until a beautiful salad bowl found its way into the kitchen.

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Most of the bloggers that I've come to adore make everything from scratch. While I'd love to follow in their footsteps, I'm just not there yet. I still use canned beans instead of cooking my own (in case you're wondering why that matters, it's because the canned ones have salt, preservatives and BPAs.

Editor's Note: Every Friday, we send out an email newsletter to our fans (sign-up for mor.sl to be added to our email list!). In them, we offer nerdy debates around the week's events/news/scandals -- of course, we always tie them back to food.

There is something very magical about family. I come from a big one, and when we all get together, there are people in every corner of the house, there's always something simmering on the stove, and there's a whole lot more laughing than usual.

Over the summer I was not keen to spend Sundays in my kitchen, what with the beach beckoning and the temperatures sweltering. Finally this weekend we had some autumnal 70s weather with dramatic clouds on the horizon and I was inspired to make my grand reentrance to kitchen stadium.

What Are You Falling Into...? It's officially Fall. As a food company, we can't let the season pass without mention of pumpkins, squashes, and other delicious orange things. Nor can we fail to mention the turning of the leaves, the crispness in the air, the reintroduction of sweaters to our wardrobes.

If I had to sum  up the city of Philadelphia in one word right now, it would be "gray." The sky is constipated, as our designer put it, threatening to storm but instead only managing to spit up some drizzle and mist.

I heart meat. I really do. Even beef, (I know, I'm a bad Hindu! But as Katie pointed out in her most recent post, beef is a great source of iron! Sorry, God.). Adjusting to vegetarianism then, is difficult, especially when it's not by choice.

I don't have too many vices: I don't smoke, I hardly even drink anymore (not happy about that one); I don't even drink coffee (also unhappy about that one)! I may not eat as healthily as some (I definitely enjoy my fair share of mac and cheese and pizza.

When I come home late, I often find myself in a panic about dinner. It's already 8 and I haven't even thought about what to make! I've gotten pretty good at fixing something up in a jam, but I'm sick of jams  (not literally.

Ever scroll through your facebook feed and feel slightly worse than you felt before? I've developed this horrible habit of reading my feed first thing each morning. It makes me WANT.

Oh, the universe works in strange ways. I don't write much on this blog about my journey as an entrepreneur (I started a blog about that a long time ago, called Zest, very out of date, but still relevant concepts if you're interested in the topic), but if I did, my posts would be voluminous.

I was wasting two meals of the day. Sure, for dinner I always cook a vegetable, a protein and a small salad (no, you don't really cook salad...) - that's a pretty balanced meal. But for breakfast I usually have a cup of tea (zero nutritional value) and for lunch I usually have a sandwich with chips (must have chips - they are my big weakness alongside a sandwich.

So, remember when I said I was trying to shift towards the Hunter, Gatherer's way of eating? I really meant it. It's a slow transition and it's very imperfect, but at the very least I'm consciously buying leafy greens, sulfur-rich veggies, and bright colored produce when I'm at the supermarket.

Editor's Note: Today’s post is contributed by guest blogger, Jon, self-proclaimed "expert in delicious" and former Chef de Cuisine at Market Restaurant and Bar. While Jon is trained in the French style of cooking, and his roots, heart and kitchen bleed Italian, he is also well-versed in North American and Mediterranean flavors.

Do you feel like when you workout, your body craves healthier foods? I certainly do. Despite being poor, I recently joined one of the most expensive gyms in the city because I realized that I could no longer compromise my health or use my start-up as an excuse for not having time to take care of myself.

I'm poorer than I've ever been in my life. Think, starving entrepreneur poor.  This week I had to turn down a dinner invitation with friends solely due to budget constraints, and tomorrow I'm turning a lunch date into a coffee date for the same reason.

Slowly but surely, I'm learning to make the Indian dishes that I grew up with. I'm not talking about chicken tikka masala or palak paneer, but the simpler fare: dahl, subzi (vegetables), roti.

At the same time and 500 miles south as Lizzy, I was struck by the same New Year's resolution to spend less time in the kitchen. I love home cooked meals, but I hate stocking up for the week with a giant grocery haul.