Oh, New Seasons Market how I love thee. Let me count the ways…
- January: Fisher’s Landing store purchased and put “Bringing
Cooking Back,” on their shelves.
- February: They opened their doors to me and the community
for a cookbook signing and tasting.
- Today: My convenient little cookbook will make it’s debut on
the shelves of the New Seasons — Concordia store. Totally cool. Concordia is the neighborhood where I grew up ( my high school is just a couple of miles down the way). And, there are lots of foodies in Portland so I’m anxious to see how they receive it. Bonus — I hear Concordia is the busiest New Seasons store.
I’m tickled and honored to have “Bringing Cooking Back,” in two of their 12 stores. Will “Bringing Cooking Back” grace the shelves of all 12? I sure hope so.
Thank you ever so much New Seasons Market for embracing and promoting little folks like me.
I am a product – and now a survivor – of childhood obesity. As a child, my family always told me that my extra weight was merely baby fat and I’d eventually grow out of it. I never did. Instead, my childhood is filled with memories of not being able to ride a bike, flattening its training wheels from being over the recommended weight, and avoiding P.E. classes by any means necessary. For years, I wore my fatness like a wounded soldier wears a Purple Heart - with pride. I owned the look. I dressed it up. I worked the room. There wasn't a skinny girl who intimidated me. I made sure my hair was laid just right. Nails polished. Outfits coordinated to the tee. Accessories to compliment every outfit. But everyone has a breaking point, and mine came in the spring of 2004 when I tipped the scale at nearly 400 pounds 388 to be exact. I was MISERABLE trapped inside of that body. I no longer wore my Purple Heart with pride. Rather, I was ashamed and frightened. Ashamed that I had allowed food to become my everything – frightened I would die because of it. Drastic times called for drastic measures...
Today, I’m bound and determined to live a better, healthier, active lifestyle. I realize I’m no longer a passenger in my life, I’m the driver. I’m overcoming my inhibitions and I’m slowly but surely saying farewell to my old childhood nemesis, obesity. For once and for all, Farewell Fatso!