The Mystical Spirit of Food, It Finds Me

Simple summer fresh sweet treat

Summer berries, fresh whipped cream, and vanilla cake That is what we crave in the heat.  Nature provides these gorgeous berries throughout the season.   Combine that with a simple vanilla cake and whipped cream to add the sensation of full-bodied flavor, sweetness and texture. The one, two, threes…it is

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The Isle of Capri, layered in a chicken breast

Gratefully I’ve been blessed with the opportunity to travel to some of the most luxurious locations in the world (trust me, my journeys have just begun!). Treasured ingredients offered in each unique location become another grain of sand on my “culinary beach”. Each experience building my palette, my appreciation and

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Sushi At Home–Yes You Can!

Sushi.  I crave it at time.  The flavors, so fresh, intrigue my palette.   Going out for sushi dinner is one of my favorite meals out.   One of my dear friends is a Japanese Sushi Master, he’s taught me a few tricks to create these same healthy tastes at

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As soon as I smell the ocean, I instantly crave fresh fish. Not unique I’m sure. I feel so much spiritual connection with the ocean and the beach. Many times when I’ve felt I’d lost my way, I would retreat to the ocean for the answers and find my way again. The serenity and constant crashing of the waves, knowing that no two are the same, brings strength and confidence. To me, if the ocean embraces change, then so must I. One day, six weeks after giving birth to my youngest child, I had him strapped to my belly in a Baby Bjorn. Asleep and breathing peacefully, I walked him along the beach with my feet in the breaking waves, mulling over some challenge I was facing at the time, and looking for answers. Listening quietly for celestial guidance, suddenly a fish – a small snapper – flopped onto my foot carried from the waves. With just the curling up of my toes, I caught this fish, bent down and picked him up by the tail. The entire time, my baby stayed sleeping, yet in my clench fingers was a fish flipping back and forth desperately until he stopped. In an almost paralyzed state, he was alive, but very still. Imagine the sight of a bikini clad mom with a sleeping infant strapped to her, carrying in her bare hand a fresh caught fish. As I walked the beach, full of amazement, I passed a line of fishing poles from which these fishermen were catching nothing. I knew this fish was a sign, all mine and I intended to eat it with respect! Once home I took that fish, scaled it, filleted it, and sautéed it lightly. I ate it with the most reverence for a piece of food I’ve ever experienced. I was keenly aware of the spirit of the fish and the message I had been gifted.

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