I listen to the wind
Change is blowing through my windows. This week will be the last week of Carly’s Cupboard. Alice is going on a cycle break and will resume in mid July but I will be closing up shop.
This project was always meant to be ephemeral, and while I thought I’d make it to the fall, pressures to make space for what’s sprouting out of my graduate studies has become too great. I’m feeling really excited to keep walking the path of an herbalist, integrating my 10+ years of experience working with plants and cooking, with my new found passion for Functional Nutrition. I know at some point I’ll teach again or host another feast, but for now I’m surrendering to the work of a clinician with full focus. I may still continue writing through this time, because what wants to flow must flow, but not with the same regularity as this newsletter. How that will look is yet to be revealed to me.
Cooking for you this last year buoyed my spirits and kept me anchored to the earth and seasons. Your praise and kind feedback made it all worth it. Thanks for your adventurous palates and spirits. This was a truly experimental project and your willingness to explore made it happen! Your support helped me grow as a cook and as a person.
A hundred strong chorus of singing whales could not begin to offer my thanks for Alice and the last 11 years of her mentorship, generosity, and friendship. She opened her doors and heart to me in the widest way possible. Her guidance and wisdom has led me through major challenges and helped me persevere. She shared her kitchen with me, let me buy ingredients from her, packed and delivered my food, sanitized the jars, hugged me when I’m exhausted and tearful, accepted my enormous vessel collection into her home, and nourished me with an endless stream of wholesome food. Alice is a master of leading with the heart, has impeccable spatial reasoning, and knows how to charm a crowd---features beloved inside the kitchen and out. She’s been one of the most influential people in my life and I know will continue to be. If I could get one thousand bears to give her the safest, warmest hugs right back, I would.
We’re ending on a familiar note with some of the staple snacks and a little rose lemon curd to start the summer on a bright note.
Carly lives and eats from a hilltop in Cummington, Massachsuetts and part time in Schenectady, NY.