Welcome to another edition of the Real Food Kitchen Tour. This week we’re featuring Melissa Combs, author of Unmistakably Food.
Archives for January 2012
Every time I post ANYTHING about Matt Stone on my Facebook page, I get slammed six ways to Sunday. People seem to really hate that guy.
I try not to make knee-jerk assumptions about people or ideas. I try to be open-minded and explore different things. Because you know what? Science is all about asking questions. And it’s all about being open to what the answers might be.
Love him or hate him, I think he’s on to something.
I love flour tortillas. I grew up in San Antonio, Texas and my favorite part of a Tex Mex meal was the flour tortillas rolled up with lots of butter.
But white flour is not good for us, since it’s devoid of nutrients. It’s also hard to digest.
Enter sprouted flour. My favorite way to make healthy versions of all my favorite foods.
Did you know that your bra can actually cause breast cancer? I had a dear friend pass away recently from breast cancer. She was my age. Since then, I’ve been reading a lot about breast cancer prevention.
It turns out the ladies burning their bras in the 1960s may have really been on to something. Read on…
Do you want to include more whole grains in your diet but don’t know how to prepare them? Do you want to learn how to make no-knead sourdough bread, corn tortillas and tamales, and learn to make sprouted flour?
I am opening enrollment today for my brand new online cooking class, Healthy Whole Grains.
My good friend died last week.
Vivi was a film director, a gourmet cook, a lover of chocolate and wine, and she gave the best hugs. I miss her adorable Finnish accent, her beautiful smile, and the great girl talks we’d have over multi-course French meals.
Vivi’s death came as a shock to me. I knew she was fighting breast cancer, but I truly believed she was going to get well.
Let me tell you how thrilled I am about posting pictures of my fat on the internet. For all my ex-boyfriends and former high-school rivals to see (yeah, you know who you are — like the drill team chick who had a crush on my boyfriend and punched me in the Rockyano’s Pizza parking lot).
Uh, yeah. NOT!