In the weeks prior to starting medical school, my brother-in-law gave me a small card with a calligraphied message: Discipline is remembering what you want. I soon affixed it to the wall of my new study carrel, where it remained for a long time until, years later, I passed it along to a friend who needed it more than I.
YOUR HEALTHY PLATE: Simple Pea Soup
Two of my kids live thousands of miles away, seven time zones to be precise, in Jerusalem. We talk by phone a lot, and we do our very best to visit whenever we can, pandemic notwithstanding. But it’s far for sure, and one way I keep connected is to allow their cooking to inspire my own. We often touch base on Friday mornings and I love when they tell me what’s on the stove. My daughter-in-law is a fabulous cook, as is my son, and they regularly make magic happen in their kitchen. Last week, with popcorn popping in the background all the way from Jerusalem, I got to hear about the happy reception my son’s very special chocolate-drizzled popcorn had received from friends the previous week. And the split pea soup bubbling on the stove got a quick honorable mention. But that was enough to pique my interest, so I went “shopping” in my own cabinets to see if I had any peas. And I did! I used the crockpot because I love being able to set it and leave, but you can also make this on the stove if you like. It took about 2 minutes to collect all the ingredients and 10 minutes to prep the vegetables, and that’s it. It’s hard to imagine a bigger payoff for such a small investment. Continue reading
Your Health is Where You Want it to Be
Good morning, and happy Sunday! I want to tell you about a conversation I had with a patient this week. She was someone I’d never met before, and, like many before her, she was absolutely flummoxed about what to try next. She had already done everything she could think of to lose weight. I think you know this story. I’ve told it many times before, and you may even have experienced it yourself. Maybe you’ve been on practically every diet, eaten cabbage soup, denied yourself your favorite foods, carved out time you didn’t really have to get more exercise than was comfortable at the time. Of course none of this was sustainable. You can’t eat cabbage soup for breakfast forever. So what’s next? Next comes balance. Continue reading
How to Make a Life
Connie and her husband Duane were my parents’ closest of friends for upwards of 40 years. They drove to Cleveland from their home in the hills of northwest New Jersey to crawl into bed with my father in his last days, to whisper their love for him, to share some memories, and to be, as always, the best friends they could be. My parents shared thousands and thousands and thousands of memories with Connie and Duane throughout the years. Their shared love for their Afghan hounds and Belgian sheepdogs, their joyful July 4th celebrations, hundreds and hundreds of weekly Sunday dinners, restaurant meals, New Years Eve parties, Thanksgiving graces, glasses of light red Beaujolais, local and national dog shows, chaffeuring one other, Zooming together, housesitting, and endless games of Trivial Pursuit. How do you make a life? How do friends and neighbors become transformed into family? This is how. Continue reading
YOUR HEALTHY PLATE: Cashew Cream
This very easy recipe takes food from simple to spectacular. Put cashew cream on your grain bowl or veggie bowl, and you’ll take it from everyday to amazing, good to great, ordinary to extraordinary, standard to spectacular. You can use any kinds of veggies, whether steamed (broccoli, cauliflower), roasted (carrots, asparagus, onions), stir-fried (snap peas, mushrooms, sprouts), or even raw (tomatoes, cucumbers). And it’s also perfect for grains like brown rice, bulgur wheat, or even quinoa (which I know is not technically a grain). We eat a lot of vegetables in my house, and the leftovers usually get eaten. Recipes like this one are a big part of the reason why. Continue reading
YOUR HEALTHY PLATE: Delicata Squash
We have been roasting a lot of delicata squash this past month, sliced open, seeds scooped away, and sprinkled with olive oil, salt and cinnamon. I can eat delicatas for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and still never tire of them. I love the delicate flavor, the gentle skin that doesn’t need to be cut away, and the sweetness of the orange flesh. This way of preparing delicata squash is about as simple as it gets, and somewhat of a contrast to my first introduction to delicatas. Continue reading
YOUR HEALTHY PLATE: Oatmeal-Peanut Butter-Chocolate Treats
For almost a decade, I worked side by side with a wonderful doctor, made even better by the fact that his wife, from time to time, would send in a plateful of these seriously yummy oatmeal-peanut butter-chocolate treats. I don’t remember where I put her recipe, but if this isn’t it, well, then it’s close enough. These are sweetly satisfying when you want a treat, and nourishing enough to take the edge off when it’s 2 o’clock and you haven’t had lunch yet. A couple of these with a glass of milk (for snack) or cup of tea or coffee (for breakfast) would also be perfect. And of course they’re not just for grownups. Continue reading
YOUR HEALTHY PLATE: Pumpkin Harvest Rice
Take all your favorite fall flavors, mix them up together, and serve in a big beautiful bowl! This is a wonderful dish for company, but the leftovers the next day — if there are any, that is — are even better. Continue reading
Love Thy Neighbors
It hardly feels adequate to say that my friends and neighbors took over for a few days a couple of weeks ago when the truth is that they swooped in with food, soups, bread, hand sanitizer, and essential oils, not to mention apple-ginger muffins wrapped in handmade dish towels (recipe below). There were many hugs and nods of understanding, for these were the people who knew and appreciated my dad in his last days, stopping by with quarts of homemade chicken noodle soup, doing reiki treatments for the sheer generosity of it, and bringing pans of chicken and rice, my dad’s favorite chopped salad, fish and stewed tomatoes, and more. Nothing escaped their caring eyes. Continue reading
In Memoriam — Ira S. Breines
This past Wednesday evening, my father Ira died at the age of 88 in his own bed, with his family nearby. He asked us not to be too sad, because he had “a wonderful life and an amazing family.” We all had a chance to tell him we loved him, and to thank him. His was certainly a life well lived.
He had absolutely everything to do with this blog, and with my love of nourishing food and good health.
He and my mom were the original hipsters. They each grew up in a tiny Brooklyn apartment, where they dreamt of farming, gardening, animals, and open air. And so, three children later, they found themselves on a small farm in West Central New Jersey where they lived for the next 44 years with their menagerie of sheep, steer, chickens, French guinea hens, peacocks, geese, cats, and generations of Belgian Sheepdogs.
The guiding principle of Ira’s life was food: growing, raising, cooking, sharing, and eating it. Meals at my parents’ home were abundant and legendary, their table a haven of generosity. When guests dropped by unexpectedly, as they did all the time, my parents simply leaned forward, pulled an endleaf from the table, and invited guests to “Pull up a chair!” Later in life, Ira shared that if he had it all to do over again, he would have become a chef. Chef Ira.
In their home, my parents embodied the imperative to let all who are hungry come and eat. In New Jersey, over the years, my father drove hundreds of pounds of grass-fed beef to the local food bank, where it was gratefully accepted and distributed. His generosity was felt far and wide, and he will be missed by so very many.
Thank you, Dad. We will miss you.