Dew Drop Dreams

 

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I overheard someone on public transit today who said that until they see buds starting on the trees, it is nowhere close to spring. I agree with you mystery man, the trees don’t lie. Dreams of picturesque dew drops are haunting me. Perhaps it was the warm glow of sunlight this evening or my endless planning to go on a holiday, but folks, I went out hunting for a succulent out-of-season melon.

This winter season sweets haven’t tempted me as they usually do. Cookies and cake have made way for the whole grain gluten free muffin recipe I have been perfecting.  Fresh on the heels of reading Spirit Junkie, I was reminded of my tendency to put work, social obligations, errands, finance planning first and foremost. Planning and fluctuating task lists will always afoot, so you’ve got to arm yourself with food to bring you joy and clean fuel.

Matcha is bringing the antioxidants, maca is levelling out our adrenals, ginger is regulating our circulation and killing off some bad news bacteria, cucumber is settling our stomach and our skin.

Shed your muffin top and juice up some of the Dew Drop.

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Dew Drop Juice

half of a ripe honeydew melon

1 ruby red grapefruit, organic

half of a medium sized cucumber

a 1 inch junk of fresh ginger

1 teaspoon of powdered maca

½ tsp of organic matcha powder

Combine ingredients in a blender until smooth, run through a sieve or nut milk bag, for an extra silky, smooth juice. If you have a juicer,  juice the produce and then put it in a blender for a quick blitz to combine the powders.

Enjoy!

-T

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Tea Revisited.

My name is Taryn and I have been guilty of putting work first….
I would like to think of it merely as a moment of brazen dedication, but truthfully it was an oversight.
While sports, long hours and accounting came to the fore, the relaxed tending of the stove fell to the eleventh hour as I lurched ahead of the rat race to nowhere. It is quite possible that so too did part of my spark and soul.

Here I am hoping against hope that the food and the sentiment will speak for itself.
The inevitable wincing at missteps and words misspoken alike will hopefully inch me closer to cooking and writing with grace.

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