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Celebrating a Birthday and an Anniversary

This weekend was my birthday and the one-year anniversary of My New Roots. To celebrate both, my wonderful mother took me on an organic farm tour in Prince Edward County (yup, she rocks). We spent both days winding around country roads, stopping wherever our hearts…

The 30 Day Yoga Challenge

If I was anything else but tanned this summer, I was lazy. My gym membership ran out, it was “too rainy” to run, and who wants to bust out the squats and lunges during a European vacation? Not me. So in order to get my…

I Like it Raw

Yes, that’s right. I like it raw, alive…uncooked. I’m talking about my food, and more specifically, that little date square. Since it’s a raw food, all the nutrients contained in the dates, oats, maple syrup, and orange, that would have otherwise been lost thought he…

Seaweed of the Month Club: Part I

Wait! I know what you’re thinking…Seaweed of the Month Club? Are you joking? No, I am not. Please just humour me with the next 2 minutes of your life so that I can state the case for the delicious delicacies of the sea. I am…

I’m Away at Camp this Week…

…having bonfires, sunrise swims, and teaching 210 grade nine boys how to make hemp bracelets. I will be back soon, as long as I survive 😉 Copyright 2012 My New Roots at mynewroots.blogspot.com

My Kind of Pizza Party

Once upon a time, when I was in elementary school, I made pizza from scratch. Our class usually did this on Fridays, sometimes before a holiday break, and we gave up multiplication tables to get down and dirty with measuring cups and mixing bowls. It…

Simple. Perfect.

Simple. Perfect.

Another farm field trip this weekend introduced me to the beauty of fresh fava beans. I have sampled these buttery beauties a few times before, but only from a can or cooked from dried. Favas, sometimes referred to as broad beans, are now at their…

The Best Way to Buy Groceries – Ever

Greetings everyone! I am back in Canada and what better way for me to slip back into my native country’s rhythms, than to visit the local farmer’s market? This weekend at my cottage, I went to my favourite stall at the modest market to buy…