Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Meat (not) in my belly!

Over the last few weeks, I have been eating less and less meat.  This is an unintentional and intentional decision. Since coming back from Bolivia, I have become more interested in our eating habits as a society and how those decisions impact our quality of life, as United States citizen and worldly citizens. I also have never been a big meat person.

I don't claim to know much about the meat industry within the United States but what I do know is that much of the meat we consume come from unhealthy animals.  How does that affect us when we digest that food then?  Purchasing organic meat is an option, but more and more evidence is coming out recently that organic does not necessarily equal ethical or local.  Therefore, where does that leave us?

I will tell you! Supporting your local farmer.  Which means paying $10.99/lb at the local stand at market. Something this non-profit, community loving individual can't afford.  This leaves me with learning how to cook more vegetarian meals at home.

Now that being said, I have never been a huge fan of meat. It would gross me out when sandwiches or wraps would be packed with a mix of ham and turkey or just packed in general with deli meat. When I was younger, I would pick at my meat or sometimes not eat it at all during dinner and it used to drive my mom crazy! She could not believe that her Puerto Rican daughter preferred the rice, plantains, and bread over la carne!

The transition to becoming half vegetarian has been a fairly easy one. And in saying "half vegetarian,"  I decided for an indefinite amount of time, I will be making vegetarian meals only at home. I will not however limit myself when I go to restaurants and if I want a side of bacon with my breakfast, I will order that. All I want to do is limit my intake of meat and try to make more intentional decisions about my every day habits.

This new endeavor has challenged me to find creative ways to cook meals so that I continue to receive all of the necessary nutrients and to try new foods! It has been a journey and I hope to continue learn more about the topic and learn new recipes. Know any good books?

The following are a few sites that have been helpful in finding delicious recipes:




Do any of you have any good sites you like to frequent?

Thursday, January 26, 2012


At my weekly supervision with my coworkers today, our CEO walked into the room and made the remark "there is so much estrogen in this room." A scenario that is not too uncommon within the education, non-profit world. It started getting me thinking about how women often are the ones who carry forth the betterment of the future generations.  And I believe this to be the circumstance world wide. 

In the meeting, our CEO was giving us feedback that could have warranted an apology from us. But before anyone could do that, she took a moment to pause her thoughts and told us she didn't want anyone apologizing. But instead, she wanted us to take her feedback as a learning experience. She shared that women often apologize for the most mundane actions/mistakes and that we should never use the word "sorry" as reactionary mechanism. Something that I am so guilty of.

All women should strive to be the woman they want to be seen as, and not the woman that the world expects. As women, we need to be intentional about the language we use and the way we carry ourselves.  I know this is something I struggle with daily, but I continue to be inspired by all the strong women that surround me whether they are my co-worker, a family member, or a parent of one of my students.  

Sunday, January 22, 2012

The Start of Plum Living

Growing up, plums were my favorite fruit. You can ask my mother and she might tell the following story... It happened when I was five. My mother, brother, and I were hanging out in our little condo while my father was working.  My brother was a newborn at the time.  Mom tells me that she is going to take a quick shower. She instructs me not to disturb my brother and to behave.  Apparently, I was pushing her along into the bathroom, assuring her that everything was going to be okay. She could sense I was up to something.  And that something was sneaking a plum out of the fridge (it was almost dinner time) and climbing onto the forbidden exercise bike.  My mom pokes her head out of the bathroom door and she sees me cycling away on the bike while eating my scrumptious plum without a care in the world. Noticing that she had caught me, I jumped off of the bike, ran into the kitchen, and threw my half eaten plum into the fridge. I ask my mom every time she tells the story, is it really that bad that me misbehaving at the age of five consisted of eating fruit and exercising?

As you can see, plums are significant to me. So it is fitting that now nineteen years later, I am sitting in my apartment on Plum Street and writing my first blog post on "Plum Living."

Expert bloggers say you should have a goal when one starts blogging. I don't have any goals in mind.  I just hope this to be a place to write my stories, thoughts and adventures. Nothing more and nothing less.