A cold house; low morning light fills the East-facing rooms with a glow. Others remain dark. The teapot kettle is refilled and hungry for fire. The blue gas hums. Quiet. Another burner is lit and warm milk simmers to a boil. A morning ritual that has claimed the colder weeks, and a breakfast porridge that warms and settles just right in the belly (it begs to be eaten patiently and mindfully!). This is my Banana + Hemp Milk Porridge.
A few months ago, I made the decision to cut out sugar...Read More