.Last week I decided to be Raw. Maybe because I’ve been sick off and on for the past four months, whereas before I got sick maybe once every two years- maybe because I always find ways to sneak sugar into my diet and Raw Foodism is a diet of such restriction that I wouldn’t even … Continue reading Braggs is made with hydrochloric acid and baking soda, Raw Foodism is for the wealthy, panicked classes, and I need glasses
Food
A reader writes: How much does it cost to travel the way you do?
That depends.That depends on what you’re willing to eat. I have a gluten allergy and being obsessed with nutrition is sort of my second secret calling in life, so I work really hard to eat super hippy food even when I’m sleeping in a vacant lot or getting rained on on a freight train. That … Continue reading A reader writes: How much does it cost to travel the way you do?
Making Injera
Thursday night I got a little drunk on Ethiopian honey wine. It doesn’t take much to get me drunk, because I never ever drink. I made Ethiopian food for my friends, which I’d never done. It all started with a little teff flour, this dark sort of heavy flour milled from the teff grain of … Continue reading Making Injera
Adventures in the Piedmont- Making Acorn Flour
So Sam and I wanted to make Acorn flour, because doing things like that makes us feel tough. It turns out, making acorn flour is hard. That’s proly why most people don’t do it. Heck, people don’t even eat the walnuts on their walnut trees, and you don’t even have to boil those in twenty-five … Continue reading Adventures in the Piedmont- Making Acorn Flour
Fish Oil
Exhibit A: The Oil of the Fish.Earlier this month, Sam and I were sitting in the Hobo Jungle in Cincinnati, waiting for the train. Life was idle time, hours stitched together, an endless quilt. The best kind of quilt, I thought, laying back on the leafy forest floor, watching the sun move through the empty … Continue reading Fish Oil
A Weekend In The Woods, And What I Thought About
It smells like fall. Already. I sort of knew this would happen. Shannon and I went to the woods, to see Sarah Monious- but Sarah Monious had gone on an expedition, and the whole village was silent. So we stayed in her dark cedar cabin, and cooked meals on her old gas stove. There was … Continue reading A Weekend In The Woods, And What I Thought About
The Gut-Bone’s Connected to the Mood-Bone
I haven’t seen Jade in a long time. He’s cut all his hair off. It’s short now and parted severely, flattened with beeswax and curled a bit on his forehead. It looks amazing, like a femme-y 1920s gay man on a date. I immediately want the same hair. As the day wears on, I just … Continue reading The Gut-Bone’s Connected to the Mood-Bone
How I Really Feel
Wait wait- I have found the very best knuckle tattoo. The very best combination of 8 letters that exists, anywhere. It came to me today, while riding my bike home from a friend's, where I'd eaten an incredible meal of-smallish crab plucked from the puget sound by one friend, red in color, boiled and cracked … Continue reading How I Really Feel
Madge’s List
A pond to swim inwoodsgood growing light for plantsgood house light to live ingreen house housekittenshorse riding and working horses(Freasians?)Hunderwasser buildingsgood soil for foodshay and animal feed growinggoatschickenscheese and bread makinggrowing grains and cornpigs and sausagesherbs, orchard, fruitskiwis, berries, veg, nutswell or spring waterwater mill energyneighbors (good ones)kidsold friends (over 60)friends working togetherWWOOFERSSaunahot tub (fire … Continue reading Madge’s List
Carrot’s Gluten-Free Buckwheat Yogurt Muffins
So, yesterday I made a batch of these muffins, here in Portland where I'm staying with some friends, and I realized that they really are my very favorite gluten-free muffins. They're so super-most and not overly sweet, and also really nutritious, so they make you feel like you've actually eaten food, not just some baked-good … Continue reading Carrot’s Gluten-Free Buckwheat Yogurt Muffins
CARROT QUINN 
You must be logged in to post a comment.