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Every year around this time I revisit a handful of poems about spring that I bookmarked when I was in college and very into National Poetry Month and smoking Djarum Blacks. I have left my clove cigarette days behind, but my love for âThe Seven of Pentaclesâ by
Marge Piercy remains. Itâs all about appreciating the waiting period before a harvest, when all you can do is be patient and trust that things are happening, even if you canât see or hear or feel them at work:
Dear Healthyish friends,
Hi, hello, and happy new year; after taking a brief newsletter hiatus at the end of The Year That Shall Not Be Named, it feels good to be back.
Itâs a little late in the month to be discussing new yearâs resolutions. But given that this year didnât feel realâlike,
really realâuntil the inauguration happened, Iâm giving myself license to share some thoughts on my resolution to make 2021 the year I cook less.
Yes, less.
A bit of backstory: Long before food became my career, I fell into a nightly habit of getting home from work and embarking on a hectic evening of multiple cooking projects. I never considered what time I had gotten home (usually after 8 p.m.) or how tired I was (extremely) or any other external factor in my life; all I knew was that I