vital vittles

A pound of seaweed

  Breakfast #1: mom’s plum jam + Earth Balance + cinnamon raisin Vital Vittles Breakfast #2: quinoa + scrambled eggs   Lunch: Love Grown Cocoa Goodness oat clusters + raspberries + almond milk   I had 3 bowls of this, so there’s not much left in the bag.  Maybe one servings worth?  Stupid serving sizes. Snack: apple + Trilogy Kombucha In the afternoon, Kyle went on a walk and wound up in our old neighborhood and decided to pop into Santa Monica Seafood.  This is the only place I’ve found close to me that makes… Read more >

Banana bread bookends

First thing I did when I got up was inhale deeply. Even though our bedroom is upstairs, the aromas from the kitchen still make their way up to us overnight.  Especially when I make bread right before bedtime. I took a few slices of each for breakfast (and general morning snacking). Excellent. I don’t have photos of all my work food.  I brought pizza and other stuff. The dough was soooo good.  Fluffy and soft. The sauce had too much garlic.  FODMAPs fail. The cheese was melty.  Really and truly.  It melted. If you see… Read more >

Blooming health

Is it really April?  Seems like I was just saying that about March. This past month was pure madness though…moving apartments, a funeral, Kyle’s birthday, ExpoWest, Seinfeld standup, Laura’s last days in the US, a few trips to Nor Cal, antibiotics… I’d really love to finally get settled in April. As a way to encourage me to write about more than food (aka self-reflect) I signed up for the Health Activist Writers Month Challenge (#HAWMC).  You can join me if you’d like.  I’m not sure I’ll be doing every single one because it seems like… Read more >

Vital Vittles

This post is LONG overdue.  I’m coming clean.  As much as I adore Alvarado Street bread, I’ve been having a love affair with a local brand in Northern California, and every time I return home I’m reminded of my infidelity.  The farmer’s market near my dad’s work sells Vital Vittles and I can still recall the first day he brought them home way back when…   From my first soft doughy bite, I knew it was love.   Now my parents regularly stock them in the fridge (even though I like to think they are… Read more >