How to Eat Like a Yogi

A long time ago there was a yogini, Giri Bala who lived without food – Yogananda tells us in the in the Autobiography of a Yogi. At age 12 responding to her mothers-in-law taunts that she eats too much, Giri Bala with the help of her Guru stopped eating in order to prove that humans…

How to make a proper cup of tea

“Hold the sadness and pain of samsara in your heart and at the same time the power and vision of the Great Eastern Sun. Then the warrior can make a proper cup of tea.” – Chogyam Trungpa Rinpoche In her book The Wisdom of No Escape, American Tibetan Buddhist, Pema Chodron discusses the above quote…

Summer 2018 Food Highlights

The kids are heading back to school in West Lafayette, Indiana. And, just like that without fanfare, summer is over. Sigh. I hope you had some tasty things with your favorite people. Here are a few of my nostalgic and grateful summer food moments. 1. Eating anywhere unfamiliar makes familiar foods, fascinating. 2. Eating treats…

Khichuri for Atiya

Comfort food is not always easy on the eyes. Khichuri does not “look” delicious but it is soft, warm, roasty, soupy, buttery and all things comforting. Often served for a big crowd since the rice and lentil stew expands, offers protein and warm stick-to-your-ribs comfort. It can be easily modified to the season and personal…

Chef Alain Passard and l’Arpege Experience

How do I justify spending a small fortune for one evening?  Was the experience worth possibly hundreds of rescued books (my currency)? Yes. Yes, it was. Thankfully. Particularly when one takes into account the imaginative time of anticipation and the echoed time of appreciation. Our June 22nd dinner at l’Arpege began at least nine months…

Food Poem – Market Day by Linda Pastan

This poem beautifully illustrates the universal principle of local food.  Food memories and experiences across space and time have a common language. Have a wonderful week everyone!   We have traveled all this way to see the real France: these trays of apricots and grapes spilled out like semi-precious stones for us to choose; a…