Soup’s on!

•November 18, 2013 • 1 Comment

Soup so good !! One of the (not so secret) secret ingredients to a rich broth is apple cider vinegar with the mother; it draws out the marrow and the collagen from the bones. The nutritional benefits from the bones are the vitamins and minerals that support skin, hair and nails and then, of course, the added flavor makes sipping the broth a rich heavenly experience. Oh, and did I mention the aroma is totally mind blowing therapy? I cook my broth for 7-12 hours on low heat so it takes time and patience to get the full nutritional value and flavor. I am sooo grateful for the time I am given to create what is important to me. I think peasant food made with love and patience has allowed me to survive 51 years in good health. Thank you, Grandma Marie and Mama June for being Culinary Witches and for teaching me how to create kitchen delights. Everything a woman creates from her sacred heart is a work of art…Image


•November 13, 2013 • Leave a Comment


•November 13, 2013 • Leave a Comment


•November 13, 2013 • Leave a Comment

The Family Portrait

•October 27, 2013 • 2 Comments

The first time I became aware of my inner “mind chatter” I was about seven years old. The realization happened while I was brushing and flossing my teeth. As I became acutely clued in to the dialogue going on in my head it startled me so much I wanted it to stop. The more I listened the more amused I became, that is,  until my oldest sister warned me that it was a symptom of schizophrenia. Growing up with ‘Psychology Today’ made my family life very interesting to say the least. Psychological warfare would become the weapon that killed and freed our impressionable young minds and perhaps what unraveled our ties to the Catholic church but from what I could sense from such a young age. nothing in our existence seemed unrelated or separate. I also became aware that there was a reasonable yet mysterious reason why the man who painted the family portrait rendered me in a red dress while everyone else was wearing black and white and that it was absolutely no coincidence that everyone thought my oldest sister, Sarah, was our mom and that the ribbon around the waist of another sister, Sharon, was painted the same red as my dress. What was the artist seeing beyond our cherubic young faces? 



•October 16, 2013 • Leave a Comment


•October 16, 2013 • Leave a Comment