I haven’t written in a while. I wanted to, but the garden called and so did the great outdoors. Instead of typing words, I listened to what was written in my mind as I planted vegetables, weeded, cursed woodchucks and rabbits, hiked through woods and up mountains. My thoughts were full. Sometimes grand ideas entered and then left. Sometimes whispers echoed and said “don’t forget.” Always, the plants smiled, bloomed, and greeted me as I walked passed. I think a lot about food. I like to eat and I love to cook. I enjoy trying new cuisine. In the back of my mind is the voice that says “how will this food feed my mind, body, and soul?” Nutrition and food-as-medicine also matter to me.