There is Enough
God’s been trying to get something through my hard head recently, and it has to do with my kombucha scoby.
God’s been trying to get something through my hard head recently, and it has to do with my kombucha scoby.
I wonder whether we Protestants are especially susceptible to forgetting the embodied dimension of our faith – that God is someone for whom we hunger and thirst. The Christian life ought to be a mouthwatering affair, yet we so often content ourselves with chintzy simulacra, thinking that the right idea is what matters.
We all have memories associated with food. Sometimes the very first bite of a certain dish will transport us back to time spent with a loved one or a special event or vacation.
Is there anything more Canadian than maple syrup?
It was recently my turn to bring in snacks for the staff at my workplace. This is no small feat, as every Wednesday, just before 10:00 a.m., a small army of piranhas – er, I mean people – begin to hover around a 4’x3’ island in the staff room, eagerly awaiting to devour this week’s offering.
Marketing grain can be a very complex business, and it depends on a few factors.
Breakfast is a big deal here in Montreal, and breakfast restaurants are a point of pride for us.
I’ve noticed one of the popular themes lately is something called “mindful eating.” The idea is that rather than absent-mindedly jamming food into one’s mouth, we take the time to unplug from our assorted electronics, sit down and actually pay attention to the food we’re consuming.
Sometimes when you are searching for something your heart desires, the best place to start is at home.
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