The book is going to Megan Payne...aka, my sister-in-law! I'm kind of glad she won, because this will give her something to do while she's busy growing my sweet niece or nephew. :)
Congrats, Meg! Since I already know your address, I've sent it to Gallery Books, and they'll be shipping you your own copy of The Simplicity of Cider. For those who didn't win, I still highly encourage you to buy and read the book!
Thanks to all who entered!
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I've never actually been to Wisconsin, having grown up in the southeast, but after reading The Simplicity of Cider, by Amy E. Reichert, now I kind of want to go.
I'm low-key obsessed with the cookbook SugarDetoxMe, by Summer Rayne Oakes. All the recipes are nutritionist-approved, and they're divided into "meal maps." Oakes gives you a list of produce to buy at the beginning of the week, and each map has between 14-21 servings using all the ingredients. No waste. No fuss.
Like I said, I'm obsessed.
Um, you might notice there wasn't a books on tap last month. There was an author on tap, and it was a godsend I had that opportunity, because, well, I didn't really finish an entire book the month of April.
Yes, I still have a pulse. I am not in the Greenville County morgue. I've just been busy...doing some creative writing. And when I write the way I have been lately, I can't make myself focus on a novel. I can't let myself be distracted by another writer's voice. As B succinctly put it, "You're in output mode, not intake."
Leave it to the engineer to get straight to the point.
It's been exactly six months since I raided the candy jar at my office. Six months since I've had pizza or sushi. Six months of taking sole twice a day, recording what I eat and when I eat it, and having to remember to eat every few hours. Six months of having people look at me, concerned, when I pull out my pill case of supplements, like at Thanksgiving when my cousin-in-law looked at me and asked, "Are you dying?"
But you want to know the crazy thing? It hasn't been that bad.
Last October, I had the privilege to read and review The Yellow Envelope, by Kim Dinan. She hooked me with this phrase:
It was a truth that the most essential part of me had always known. I needed to see the world. I needed to write. I didn't have to know why. Wanting it was enough.
Does this ring any bells? Sound like anyone you might, just might, know?
Oh, and to really ratchet up the creepy factor, she too has a husband named Brian. Look, I can't make this stuff up.
In January, I read the book Make It Happen, by Lara Casey. Among other things, it's spurred me to do more creative writing, because I realized (well, okay, I was reminded) that writing has always been my dream. I started looking into Casey's website, and found the PowerSheets. I was too late to order the 2017 full-year PowerSheets, but I was just in time to pre-order the six-month version, due out in May.
Except they arrived early - yippie! So guess who's getting a jump on things?
Now that we're slowly inching into summer produce/farmer's market season, we decided it would be a good time to make this classic French dish.
One of the hardest parts of eating a gluten-free, sugar-free, whole foods diet is that eating out can be a nightmare - but it doesn't have to be!
While we prefer cooking and eating at home because it's cheaper, easier, and we're in control (and, let's be honest, I prefer being where I can wear pajamas), it's still sometimes really nice to take a date night out for a change of scenery. Or maybe you're going out to eat to celebrate a friend's birthday, or for a work event. Here are our tips to help you navigate a restaurant and still keep your diet (mostly) intact without being the weirdo.
E & B
This time two years ago, we had just arrived in France for our six-month stint. It felt like we had all the time in the world to soak up French living.
Fast-forward two years, and I can tell you that's not the case. Our trip was over in the blink of an eye, and my heart still hurts when I think of our Loire Valley paradise. Thankfully, there are a handful of ways we can cope.