Outside of the Box: Soups
It was a SOUPer Sunday. Delicious, soul warming soups and family. As often the case when I teach these classes, it’s not just about the food, but it’s about the people. Food brings people together. The most beautiful thing — a family of five– with kids, ages 7,9, and 13 joined the class. Parents YOU have to get them started cooking early. Thank you for involving them Josh and Jennifer. More family…there was also a sister trio (The Baker’s)in the house.
On the menu: To Die For Southwest Chicken Soup from my first cookbook, Bringing Cooking Back and Sweet Potato Bisque from my new cookbook Shop, Cook, Eat: Outside of the Box.
Good food. Good folks. Good times.
Again, I say I love what I do…Sharing my passion for real food and helping more and more people step OUTSIDE of the Box!
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!