When I’m sad, I tend to default to the easy way out for food: takeout from the closest cafe, thin noodles that boil quickly, packaged snacks. It leaves me in a cycle of laziness and unhappiness. Recently, I’ve realized that I’m finding more joy in stepping back and savoring the long process of a meal coming together instead.

For me, to take care in preparing my food is to take care of myself.

Fat and anorexic: Everyone praised me for my weight loss but I was sicker than I’d ever been

This dangerous disorder can hurt anyone, regardless of weight, class, race or gender

Citrine, Lapis Lazuli and more: an illustrated guide to healing crystals

These crystals will fix my life ... right?