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I’ve learned many lessons in my 44 years on this earth. One is the healing power of nutrition. While I love my french fries as the next girl, I also know that getting vitamins and nutrients from fruits and vegetables is extremely important. When I was diagnosed with Type II diabetes two years ago, one of the most important choices I made with my eating habits was to eat at least one or two servings of salad a day. Unfortunately though, I ran out of salad recipes pretty quickly and for the teenagers in my family, it was one of several things:
- We used too much salad dressing
- We used too little salad dressing
- No matter how much salad we ate, it never felt like a main course
And lastly, our salad schedule was this: toss salad, ceasar salad, spring mix, and club salad. Then we would repeat. Every week for almost two years. Continue reading
Route 3. A dirt road in rural Leake County, Mississippi that holds fond memories of visiting my grandparents’ farm making mud pies with my cousins, playing on the swing on the front porch, and returning to Chicago with tennis shoes covered in red clay dirt. I suppose if I wanted to get really sentimental, I could cue the violins and say something like, “Those were the good old days.” But currently, I am choosing not to refer to anything in my life as old.
It was on Route 3 that I learned the basics of life on a farm. My grandparents taught me that it was important to grow your own vegetables, work hard to prepare for the slow times, and that farm eating was healthy eating. Unfortunately, I didn’t really appreciate those lessons during my yearly visits like I should have. At the time, I just thought that that’s the way people in the south lived. Continue reading