To your good health

Thanksgiving weekend in Canada, fall is really here and my friends and I are off to a beautiful cottage in Golden Lakes for campfires, scary movies, a cheeky s’more and an epic brunch on Monday. If there is anyway to make a s’more healthy, I am not sure it has been discovered and nor do I want to, something’s are perhaps best enjoyed completely adulterated (some good quality chocolate and gluten-free crackers could be a good tweak).

As I try to fathom what I have gotten myself into by offering to cook a Thanksgiving meal for the first time in my life, (it can’t be any different to Christmas dinner right?) I am grateful that there is no turkey to deal with. Before you start imagining a tofu shaped bird (an interesting idea), let me just tell you no such thing will be happening, a recipe or two will be up soon enough.

As well being really excited about this weekend, in this post I have to do a shout out to all of you, as about a year ago, I completely changed the direction of this blog as I changed the direction of my life when my late grandma was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. Looking for a way to help her I sought the advice of everyone I could think of.

My husband’s beautiful aunt told me to encourage her to eat a more alkaline based diet. Although my grandma’s cancer was too far gone to be reversed, for the first time I learnt what being healthy truly meant. Having suffered from an autoimmune disorder myself since 2008, taking medicine for it everyday never sat well with me and I was always looking for a different way to treat myself.

I came across a lifestyle called Honestly Healthy and it all just made sense. I decided to adapt a more plant-based diet, cutting down meat, dairy, wheat, salt and sugar from my lifestyle. I started drinking lemon and water, green juicing in the morning and sharing my recipes and experiences here. The change in my condition has been remarkable, I feel much healthier and stronger. Your likes and love, are a real incentive to keep sharing and writing, so thank you.

Although my grandma has moved on, I feel, even in her departure from this world she left me with a gift. I started researching all of this for her but it ended up changing my life and helping me with my illness. So this year, I hope all of you will join me in giving thanks for our health, the health of our loved ones and this wonderful community we are so blessed to be a part of. Keep spreading the good food vibes and love.

Happy Thanksgiving xo
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Courtesy: Nausheen Dadabhoy

A Canadian Fall

It’s been a while, but I had to you write today, it was raining as I left Toronto. Fall has begun, fall and forever. What is to be said is this, there was a bus, a plane and a journey. There is always a journey, one going one way or another, but this time as we fly or drive away from each other some how it brings us closer. It’s a warm feeling, like the flame which has started colouring the maple leaves or the smell of pancakes whilst Bon Iver is playing. This is not a confession, it is a testimony. A testimony to a leap of faith, taking a chance, there are no nostalgic requiems of the past here. The moon no longer matters, old shadows do not reflect up on it anymore. I had all the glory of a small town girl in a big city, as we lay there, in between the here and now, a kind of destiny impinged its wings upon us. There were only a few stars, but it did not matter somehow. Here is the fond rekindling of a dream now, the ones we dared, when we sat in warm plush chairs gazing through innocent eyes at a world we saw through the window of cinema, with sweet salt clinging to our nails as we feasted on more than popcorn. We feasted on the idea of love and life itself as we saw it projected on to our being. Those dreams, we thought had played and ran out in the corridors of leaning towers, other scenes, other stars, another moon are as much alive as I am on the road to forever. Those dreams of special people, words, hearts, moving pictures, the momentous, glorious world of love, adventure and cinema comes back to us now on postcards with more than just stamps. The sun is not out, it is inside me, giving light once again to those darkened corners barricaded with ice and it’s very simple what I am talking about, what I am a witness to is how much wonder, excitement, peace and joy the idea of possibility can bring. As Marvin dies, I leave his room. Even though you and I are away from the sea, we now live with knowing that if we jump we are not alone. I smile, because fall is coming.