SOUPer Sweet
What a SOUPer Sweet weekend!
SOUPer Saturday: New Seasons Market – Fisher’s Landing introduced my Simply Unforgettable Tomato Soup in their deli and Grab n’ Go section. I was there celebrating with a smile, serving up samples, chatting with folks, and signing cookbooks.
It was a special, special day. To see my name on the New Seasons Market label “Chrisetta Mosley’s Tomato Soup.” Surreal. To hear folks rave over the taste. Fabulous. To see them grab a container and head to the register. Awesome. I ♥ New Seasons Market!
Sweet Friday: I hosted a cooking class at Chuck’s Produce and Street Market featuring three Sweet Potato recipes for my upcoming cookbook, Shop, Cook, Eat: Outside of the Box. We had a fun time testing the recipes together. The Sweet Potato Bisque was the star attraction. Although I think my favorite was the Baked Sweet Potato Fries. Good times. Good food shared with good folks.
Not only was my weekend SOUPer Sweet, but my life is SOUPer Sweet. Everyday in some capacity or another I have the pleasure of sharing my passion for food, life, and health. Thanks to everyone who supports and encourages me.
Here’s a few photos from both events — enjoy!
Chrisetta Mosley
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!