“It’s just a 5k.”
That’s what I kept telling myself as I prepared for my first race which took place this morning.
I kept down playing the race. Whenever my husband would mention it, I’d kind of shrug it off; “It’s just a k5.” I would tell him. “Eryn,” He’d stop me and make sure he had my attention. “It’s your first race!” I’d smile. But it really was only a 5k.

A celebratory event happened across our nation this past weekend! And it is offering us the perfect opportunity to completely change the way we think about food. It is time we stop thinking about food as science. It’s time for food to become less scary. Less daunting. Less guilt-ridden. Less confusing. It’s time for it to become beautiful again!

Around 100 years ago, the food industry began producing highly-processed vegetable oils. Although they have the word “vegetable” in them, they are anything but healthy. Join me this week on an eye-opening trip to the grocery store, where I will show you how to easily spot and avoid harmful oils in everyday food items.

Today was full– full but not busy, not hectic, not frenzied, just full and fulfilling. We hunted for the perfect tomatoes, rode a lawn mower train, bought our garden’s worth of transplants, planted half of them into the earth. Today I taught my son what a baby broccoli plant looks like, and how to place it into the soil so it can grow. So he can eat it. So he can grow.

Father, my offense towards You is greater than any offense I have ever suffered against me.
An irrevocable disdain, even if only through my birth.
Tainted by breath–Your original breath of life, swallowed up by death; these clay hands to pound those nails.

The other day my kitchen transformed into a truffle shop. While the camera did its job to capture the rich, shiny, luscious dark chocolate melting on my stove top, it also did its other job of hiding the surrounding mess. What the camera catches represents only a tiny morsel of what goes on in my kitchen.