Stag says: I suppose I can blame The Plains of Abraham, my beloved childhood novel, for fueling visions of goose meat slow-cooked in a teepee, berries and herbs plucked from the forests. Like many white Canadian kids spoon-fed tales of “the Indian”, I spent one childhood summer in braids, stubbornly bare-foot and adorned in “war [...]
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in search of Canadian food, James Bay
Posted in Health, Politics of Food, Travel on July 2, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
raisin meditation
Posted in Health, Uncategorized, tagged branding, meditation, raisins on June 28, 2010 | 2 Comments »
Turnip says: During the second session of my Meditation for Health course, we passed around a bottle of hand sanitizer and a stack of napkins. From under her chair the leader pulled a plastic bag full of kiddie-sized raisin boxes. Over the course of the next thirty minutes, she talked us through a mindfulness practice [...]
the truth about coffee
Posted in Health on May 31, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
Stag says: When I was eight, I was convinced that coffee was killing my mother. I had overheard on the constant blast of CBC in our house that coffee had devastating effects on the body. Noting that my mother had a cup of Nescafe in hand all day, every day, I took it upon myself [...]
stag meets ama
Posted in Health on May 10, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
Stag says: I’m angry at my Ayurvedic doctor, M. So full of annoyance and petulance today that I can feel the bile rising in my throat. I’m on day 7 of a 25 day intensive cleanse, and so far I am hating the rules that bind this whole diet. According to Ayurvedic diagnosis of my [...]
picky
Posted in Family, Health, tagged children, dinner, fussy, mom, parenting, picky on February 22, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
Turnip says: He has just turned ten. He walks into the dining room like a Baptist busting up a poker game. He’s miles past simple disapproval; it’s like he’s afraid of being sullied through proximity. He’s got this special voice he uses, somewhere between holding-the-nose disgust and lump-in-the-throat disappointment: “What is this supposed to be? [...]
