In the spirit of decluttering, I found a way to avoid buying a cookie stamp.
As you may know, I’m going through my house like a crazy woman tossing everything unloved, unused, forgotten, replaceable, and nonfunctioning. And
So I was browsing a minimalist website last January, and I stumbled on Nourishing Minimalism. Within a few clicks, I found a post about a yearly decluttering challenge. The challenge for last year ...
I know I've got a good thing going when Dave tells me four times how good it is, then adds, "These meatballs are five times better than Ikea's, and four times better than Costco's." I had no idea my husband had spent so much time analyzing meatballs, but as long as mine came out on top, I don't really care how he reached those numbers.
It’s a bit humbling to discover that the "weed" I've grumbled about so often is actually a powerhouse of goodness. In the old days (circa two weeks ago), I would grit my teeth whenever I saw that “weed” in the driveway, walkway and lawn. It was everywhere.
After a lifetime of loving herbs, I finally did something about it. I’ve enrolled in the Intermediate Course at the Herbal Academy of New England and am happily learning all about the difference between adaptogenic, anticatarrhal and carminative herbal actions (among dozens and dozens of others), and whether or not the person in front of me is a vata, pitta or kappa body type.
You may now throw away all your other 5K Double-Chocolate Peanut Butter Muffin recipes, because I am about to give you the only one you will ever need for the rest of your days plus two-times infinity. My apologies to all you other 5K Double-Chocolate Peanut Butter Muffin inventors out there, but as you know, life is ridiculously unfair, and blah, blah, blah ... let's get on to the muffins.