This isn’t my normal time to be posting the weekend reading roundup, but time has been slipping through my fingers in the last week. I’m doing my best: sticking to the parts of my self-care routine that really count (yoga, meditation, cooking when I can, staying connected to friends on text and social media, if not in person), prioritizing what needs to get done, and postponing or letting go of the rest. It’s not a very elegant dance at the moment, but it’s OK. I’m OK—and to acknowledge that I can be overwhelmed and OK at the same time is a small victory.
Fortunately I haven’t let the last busy week stop me from spotting some enticing recipes and interesting reads—and I really wanted to pop in quickly tonight to share them with you.
How is it that I’ve never made my own vegan crab cakes? Not once, not ever? Definitely a food that I loved in my pre-gan days. Until I come up with a recipe, I’ll take inspiration from Aimee and her tasty looking version.
Speaking of never, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a recipe for vegan spaetzle, till now! So cool.
I’ve been hooked on roasted cabbage since I tried it a year or so ago, and I love Katie’s curried version.
I love this vibrant, colorful, vegetable centric plate of food from Jamie of Dishing Out Health.
Celery is one of those vegetables I’m much more likely to use in a soup or casserole than to savor for its own merits. This recipe is inspiring me to focus on it a little more intently.
1. An interesting article on trichotillomania and dermatillomania (hair pulling and skin picking). They’re classified as body-focused repetitive behaviors and, according to one expert interviewed, are actually neuropsychological conditions—similar to obsessive compulsive disorder, but I don’t read about them as often. I’ve had clients who live with both conditions, so I’m eager to learn more.
2. A balanced look at some of the myths and misconceptions surrounding IBS. I like that the article underscores the availability of different types of solutions, from CBT to dietary interventions.
3. Maryn McKenna reports on the precariousness of the medical supply chain in America.
4. This isn’t exactly health, food, or science-related, but I so enjoyed reading this profile of New York City violin-maker Samuel Stochek.
5. Sensitive, moving reflections from Lynn Randolph, an artist in residence in the palliative care unit at MD Anderson Cancer Center in Houston. Randolph writes,
I ask patients to talk about what they love, what has meaning to them . . . When a patient or caregiver has an image that is deep within themselves and we can make it visible, they often bond with it in a way that makes them feel whole. They might cry, or become radiant, or clasp the image to their bodies. In those moments I feel whole, too.
And I’m wishing you a sweet end to this Monday.
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