Author: cheisentrout

Turkey Apple Chili

Losing Fall makes me cry a bit. So acceptant, a sparkling of golden leaves let loose by October wind. Waxy warm shower of sunbursts getting to the ground in winter’s impending name. Soon, we should all meander closer to the ground and blanket ourselves in each other. The high air will be all frost and mad wind whip So I aim to make like the leaves and lay my body down… Put some thoughts to bed with her and send only the scout of my spirit to the blustery tree tops to watch as Autumn grins slowly away carving the curve of the seasons. ingredients: 1 lb ground turkey 2 cans cooked beans (black, kidney, pinto… variety is the spice of life.) 2 cups chopped apples 1 head chopped celery 1 red onion 3 cloves garlic 6 oz tomato paste 2 t chili spice 2 t turmeric 1 t cinnamon 1/8 cup each chopped sage + thyme 1/4 cup or less whiskey splash of strong coffee (optional) 1/2 cup apple cider water as needed butter …

Love Is the New Anything

I was standing in the swimming pool in my pajama shirt and nothing else. I hadn’t showered since the show the night before, I’d just woken up. The Idaho oven-sun beat down and brewed the chlorinated water around my waist. I was on the phone with my dear brother, laughing and goofily half naked in the pool. I felt so beautiful and true. This post by Stefani Ruper at Paleo for Women tackles this thing we have beating inside us. It’s not just women, it’s the whole human lot of us. We are soft and supple; our minds absorb and it takes time to learn how to wring it out and stay clean in there. As much as we may know how silly it is to try and be “skinny” or “strong”, or any-adjective the world has picked for us to chase, these things are heard. They may be soft. They may appear benign. Force may come in handy here and there, but it makes me sad to think of all the days I dragged …

Sesame Kefir Raita

Indian food always makes me think of my mother. Specifically, my mother sitting next to me inside the sunny windows of Raja Rani in A2, across from another mother-daughter pair, savoring gulab jamun, how she “only needs just a little bit”. I love watching my mother enjoy that gooey, saccharine dessert. And lassis. Ohhhh, mango lassis… I don’t eat too much dairy. I’ve lost my taste for cow’s milk. But goat milk kefir is something I’ll swipe off the health food shelf when I’ve got an extra $8 lounging around in my gifted wallet. It’s tangy, smooth and just feels nourishing. It tastes like tradition. Can you get down with that? Anyways, you have to drink a lot of it before the expiration date. So sometimes it’s milk for chia pudding, or a welcome addition to oatmeal… or sometimes you throw cucumbers into it, smother your salmon and crucifers and sheepishly call it “raita”. Sesam Kefir Raita 1 cup goat milk kefir 1 tbsp sesame seeds 3 tbsp minced cucumber 1 tsp curry powder sea salt …

The Lovey Things

Four years ago, I went to a Thai restaurant with my best friends on this day. It was snowy and we were 19 and documented everything quite well… myriad pictures on snowy sidewalks, freshman year of music school.   Three years ago, I was somewhere between NYC and Cleveland (as it’s so often been), auditioning with hundreds of me-s for summer jobs. Two boys, rowdy and (I thought) way too cool to be my friends, told me to “take chances” in their guffawing, irreverent manner. I decided to. Two years ago when I woke up at 6 AM to squeeze into ballet tights and snow boots, he had set up an animation on his computer, set to oldies, pictures of us so happy. That was the biggest 6 AM smile I remember. A year ago I was in Florida on a school trip. I think it was raining. I was wearing a boxy t-shirt and school hopping, singing for teenagers.  This year, it’s a sunny morning after a massive snowfall. Yesterday was sleet, cotton snow, …

Find Your Version

Your food is what you think it is. Is your food making you fat? Is your food cleansing and beautiful? Is your food making you sick, bent over in pain, light? Your food is with your life. The latte tastes different at 6 AM on the way to work than it does at 2 in the afternoon at the outdoor cafe with your new lover. Watch where you connect your inner, expanding, confusing, painful, glorious life to what you put in your mouth. Let it be delicious. Consciously nourish yourself. I got the hell outta Dodge this weekend. Up above, that’s my Metro North ticket tucked into my socks. I climbed a mountain. I’d never been hiking alone before. My legs were (are) swollen, my feet were soaking wet, I got lost and intentionally slid down a snowy cliff on my yoga-pants-butt. I walked on the slight shoulder of a highway two miles back into town, honked at and squelching in my boots. I was so, so happy. Practically sleepwalking, I ordered a gouda avocado …

The Love of A Day + Candy Bars

We both agreed we were in a movie that day; the way we stood across the sidewalk from one another in frozen sunlight, trying to plan our next move authentically. Delivering great confusion to the woman on the corner handing out flyers. Earnestly plotting the next destination. One thrift shop, no, next thrift shop, no… we didn’t find what we were looking for. There was an in-between time when we let go of that plan and found our new adventure. That middle bit was static, stretched cotton… what do you say, what do you do, when you’re with one of your favorite people but feel totally uninteresting, bland and destination-less? You go to the East Village. You delight in the sight of the cobblestones, creeping up on you. You laugh about text messages and plan fake (absurd) vacations. You wonder out loud; wonderings that aren’t yet fully formed. But now they’re breathing between brains. You meander into your new favorite bookstore, whose bathroom requires the payment of a quarter because “the disposal of needles in …