tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80069857862955773842024-03-13T07:10:44.862-05:00Land, Food, and LifeHannah I.J. Aaberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06871459988025572041noreply@blogger.comBlogger104125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006985786295577384.post-12171666469626128532020-10-25T20:50:00.001-05:002020-10-25T20:50:24.901-05:00A Birth Story in Five ActsMy first child was born January 2018. It took me almost a year to tell that birth story in a public sphere. It's a big story. It’s so big that I knew I would go through another round of processing before Baby #2 arrived (guess date: October 31). So big that I put off looking at my colleague’s edits and comments on a rough draft for nearly a year. So big that these almost three thousand words Hannah I.J. Aaberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06871459988025572041noreply@blogger.com1Minneapolis, MN, USA44.977753 -93.265010816.667519163821154 -128.4212608 73.287986836178845 -58.1087608tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006985786295577384.post-36730389321865348752020-01-23T14:42:00.001-06:002020-01-23T14:42:27.894-06:00Collect for those struggling with their gender This collect is intended for people struggling with their biological sex in some way: gender confusion, gender dysphoria, or just not feeling comfortable with their identify as male or female.
O God of mercies and Father of all comfort, You created us in Your image; male and female You created us. In Your wisdom, You shaped men and women to serve each other as meet help, to be Hannah I.J. Aaberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06871459988025572041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006985786295577384.post-35946428053444379322020-01-20T09:23:00.001-06:002020-01-20T09:36:33.733-06:00Where to Go for Coffee or Beer with a Toddler in the Twin CitiesWant to meet up with a friend for coffee or a beer, but don't want your squirrely toddler finding "bonus toys" at the cafe or brewery? Check out the businesses on these Google Maps lists!
The play area in Milkweed on Lake Street kept this toddler busy for nearly two hours.
Coffee + Play
Link to share: https://goo.gl/maps/4AKBvCP6udD9ckKa9
Characteristics of businesses on this list:Hannah I.J. Aaberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06871459988025572041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006985786295577384.post-81536986628497992992019-10-10T12:25:00.002-05:002019-10-10T12:29:29.811-05:00Double Green CasseroleGreen tomatoes—just what do you do with them?
I embrace that question every fall. This year, rather than matching flavors, I matched colors and added green tomatoes to a green bean casserole. At least one non-family member professed to like it, and seeing as she asked for the recipe, I believe her.
Photo by Sophie Dale on Unsplash
Double Green Casserole
Hannah I.J. Aaberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06871459988025572041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006985786295577384.post-12975534714987966552019-08-22T21:02:00.000-05:002019-08-23T08:39:36.815-05:00Eating Disorders and Trauma: A Match Made on the Track (and Field)This post was written by Elizabeth Briasco, a dietitian with a Master of Science degree in Sport and Exercise Nutrition.
The fire that you tried to burn me with, it made me who I am
All the things you said I couldn’t do
Guess what, yes I can
‘Cause I’m not weak, I’m not broken, I am bold
And the fire you put me through turned me into gold
I’m not done, I’m no loser
Watch me take on my Hannah I.J. Aaberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06871459988025572041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006985786295577384.post-54363433481201416522019-03-09T12:10:00.001-06:002019-03-09T12:10:26.311-06:00When should I worry about my weight?Usually on this blog, I answer my own questions. But when an old friend tells me that my answer to his question was helpful to him and could be to others too, well, I’ll break format for that.
How do I know I’m healthy?
The question:
So when it comes to being fat/body positive, I've been pretty successful in applying that to other people, but I'm not sure how/whether to use my own weight Hannah I.J. Aaberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06871459988025572041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006985786295577384.post-87693106740549803782019-02-22T14:41:00.000-06:002019-03-05T09:37:17.639-06:00Lucky Lentil SoupThese days, when people ask me what's new, I talk about two things:
Bullet journaling.
Buying grains and legumes in bulk.
And when I say bulk, I mean BULK. Forget a pound or two of beans in a Ziploc bag from the co-op. I'm talking 25 pounds of green lentils in a brown paper sack from Azure Standard.
With all those lentils in the basement and all that snow outdoors, of course lentil soup is onHannah I.J. Aaberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06871459988025572041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006985786295577384.post-21168774044226616782018-06-09T14:49:00.000-05:002019-02-22T14:42:02.321-06:00Another Spring NightWhat happens to the soul as sorrows stack?
Rod Sot on Unsplash
When I feel tired in the mornings and empty after meals, I look at the calendar. Two years ago, my parents moved to Japan. Five years ago, I spent Memorial Day apart. Eight years ago, my aunt died. In the spring, these sorrows stack, strata of sorrow through which I sift, searching for soft silence. When I strike a vein of Hannah I.J. Aaberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06871459988025572041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006985786295577384.post-52317868363196098632018-05-15T15:16:00.000-05:002019-02-22T14:42:17.446-06:00Birth and Burning Man
BM Baby by Marco Sanchez.
In 2016, I attended Burning Man, the indescribable annual festival in the Nevada desert. A year and some change later, I birthed a baby. Sitting soft and damp on a couch with a nursling, texting with a burner friend, I realized the two experiences had more in common than I ever would’ve guessed.
1. It’s expensive.
But that’s not the point.
2. A hand-picked Hannah I.J. Aaberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06871459988025572041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006985786295577384.post-49783523844160379352017-12-29T16:33:00.000-06:002017-12-30T12:58:21.164-06:00Earnin' Cred and Makin’ Bread: Dietitians Riding the Career #strugglebusThis post was written by Elizabeth Briasco, whom I precepted fall 2015. She is now a dietitian pursuing a Master of Science degree in Sport and Exercise Nutrition in the United Kingdom.
Several words typically come to mind when we hear the word "intern": naive, coffee, and free labor might be some of them. Most internships pay nothing or, at the very most, minimum wage.
However, there are Hannah I.J. Aaberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06871459988025572041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006985786295577384.post-90175657670315467732017-05-30T15:33:00.000-05:002019-02-15T15:34:07.453-06:00 Pledges and the Playa
What you sign up for is not what you get from Burning Man.
The man with the plan, Seth Statmiller, on the playa with his vehicle of choice in 2013. Photo credit: Elizabeth Richardson.
I returned a red jumpsuit yesterday.
It was too big, too coarse, too heavy with pledges I know I won’t fulfill.
A panel of my peers drew me to the jumpsuit. Every August, two established friends trek to Hannah I.J. Aaberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06871459988025572041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006985786295577384.post-35491221525326716422017-05-10T13:51:00.001-05:002019-02-22T14:07:20.031-06:00Hei-Do Tofu
When I was a child, my mom used to make a delightful stir-fry called Ma-Po Tofu. It was an especial treat because it had pork. My mom cooked mostly vegetarian throughout my childhood, so this was a notable departure from the norm (stir-fry with tofu was well within the norm).
Last month, I had a hankering for that same Sichuan dish, so I clicked through the first search result Google gave me: Hannah I.J. Aaberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06871459988025572041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006985786295577384.post-9797509586971748202017-04-16T19:12:00.001-05:002017-05-10T13:19:10.789-05:00Chickpea-Quinoa Pilaf-Salad
This year for Easter, I offloaded my typical bread baking duties to my kitchen scientist husband and concentrated on a toothsome salad. I riffed on a pilaf recipe I'd made a couple times recently, because, you know, never try something new when you're cooking for 22 adults and assorted tots.
This recipe is adapted from Veganomicon, the only cookbook I cook out of consistently (even though I'mHannah I.J. Aaberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06871459988025572041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006985786295577384.post-26044107788616490402016-06-12T16:44:00.004-05:002016-06-12T16:44:52.846-05:00Hannah's MSP Top ThreeMy fashionable friend +Jessica M. Tomaselli moved back to the Twin Cities recently and we met at GYST Fermentation Bar to catch up because we are hipsters. And because I like to be helpful, I named a dozen places to eat and drink well. And then typed up a Google Doc with even more suggestions because duh.
Here they are!
Where to get a grass-fed beef burger
Merlin’s Rest (Hannah I.J. Aaberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06871459988025572041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006985786295577384.post-87107463405450831212016-04-22T18:28:00.001-05:002016-04-22T18:28:43.140-05:00Nitrogen SongAs nature shakes winter's sharp sting,
this protean poem unfurls into broad notes of spring.
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One thing broke me;
two built me back.
Fall in FScN 4612, Human Nutrition,
each lecture softening the edges of my circumscribed truth.
Studies strive for stolid statements,
but humans refuse to cooperate.
We Hannah I.J. Aaberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06871459988025572041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006985786295577384.post-17601520009998518322016-02-02T20:57:00.004-06:002019-02-15T16:08:01.577-06:00Slow-Cooker Lentil LasagnaAt the beginning of January, I heard about slow-cooker lasagna twice in the same week. Baader-Meinhoff phenomenon, a sign of the season, ooooooor do I just spend too much time on social media platforms?
@Fruits_Veggies A1 just made Lasagna in my slow cooker it was sooo good #SlowCookerCreations
— Rita (@TommiesMommy14) January 6, 2016
The idea simmered in my mind as I worked my way Hannah I.J. Aaberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06871459988025572041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006985786295577384.post-47668436628172816232015-12-21T19:36:00.002-06:002016-01-05T21:58:54.454-06:00Always Look on the Bright Side of LifeLand, food, and life — it's a broad theme. "It has to be," I wrote six years ago.
I usually write about how the land produces food, how the food we choose affects our lives as individuals and as fellow biospherians, or how excited I am about nerdy food system things.
This week, the connections between land, food, and life take a new configuration: I recently backpacked across a section of Hannah I.J. Aaberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06871459988025572041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006985786295577384.post-30118538489826443042015-10-31T19:20:00.000-05:002019-09-05T10:17:15.629-05:00Green StuffA jar of my favorite condiment is on the table. "What's that green stuff?" someone asks.
A photo posted by @jastrd on Apr 19, 2015 at 5:30pm PDT
"What, this? I ask. "Oh, it's green stuff."
Someone rolls their eyes. Someone else asks, "What's in it?"
I stare off into the distance, trying to remember what I pulled out of the garden, fridge, pantry, and spice drawer this time. I start aHannah I.J. Aaberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06871459988025572041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006985786295577384.post-28334740328868252592015-04-23T19:29:00.000-05:002015-11-25T15:07:07.842-06:00Renewal. Retool. Remake. This lyric essay is an adaptation of the piece I performed at April's MNFYP event, part of the storytelling series. The topic: renewal.
I read a poem last November, when the world was wrapped in mono gray. It was the climax of MyTake: A Story to Nurture in Five Food Groups.
As nature squeaks into color, life, and growth, this protean poem unfurls tightly packed stanzas into the broad notes of Hannah I.J. Aaberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06871459988025572041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006985786295577384.post-63328145009483348102015-04-07T20:48:00.000-05:002015-10-07T20:54:13.396-05:00Where you buy your food in UgandaHigh school classmate Sadie Struss traveled to Uganda one day to visit a friend and help facilitate training sessions for Special Education. Before the trip, I asked Sadie if she would blog about it, and she made it her mission to record everything about food that she could.
In Uganda most families have personal gardens, but they also go to a market to buy food that they don’t grow themselves. Hannah I.J. Aaberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06871459988025572041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006985786295577384.post-32094678292089618442015-03-17T21:34:00.001-05:002015-04-23T20:10:13.904-05:00B is for Beef (and Lamb)Fellow Lawrentian Gabrielle Prouty Stratton moved to Australia one day, and I finally got around to asking her about life in the Southern Hemisphere.
When Hannah first asked me to write something about my food experiences in Australia, the first thing that came to mind was meat. Like Americans, Australians consume a lot of meat and produce a lot of it too, leaning toward beef and lamb in Hannah I.J. Aaberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06871459988025572041noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006985786295577384.post-25559866101476728572015-03-11T18:24:00.000-05:002015-03-11T20:51:49.039-05:00Dietetics: It's like waterI had a moment last year. You know the kind: When you hit a bend in the river of life and you're not sure you're headed the right direction anymore. I fretted over the field of dietetics, feeling I relegated myself to the edges by working at Extension in communications.
"Food is hopelessly broad and complex," I complained to my fellow #rdpoet Garnet one night. "I just don't know why I'm a Hannah I.J. Aaberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06871459988025572041noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006985786295577384.post-63185046511032207422015-03-09T21:45:00.000-05:002015-03-09T21:48:58.254-05:00A cause for celebrationMy friend Maria is teaching English in Georgia this spring and summer (the country, not the state). I asked her to write about the food, because I know nothing about Georgian food. Or Georgia, for that matter. Three weeks in, here's what she has to report.
The food here is attached to Georgian communal collective culture. Here in a little mountain village, people live similarly to the Hannah I.J. Aaberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06871459988025572041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006985786295577384.post-83709642474273205832015-02-23T21:33:00.000-06:002015-03-09T21:49:12.933-05:00A is for ApplesThis post was written by Brian Corner, with whom I served on the Hampden Park Co-op board of directors.
Growing up in New Zealand, I was fortunate to enjoy some of the tastiest apples in the world. It was a family tradition to make the three-hour drive up to the major fruit-growing region of Hawke’s Bay each May, and fill up the boot of the car with as many boxes of apples as could be carefully Hannah I.J. Aaberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06871459988025572041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8006985786295577384.post-66880930686707252032015-02-19T08:04:00.001-06:002015-04-23T19:37:32.328-05:00Sunbeam
Another poem written for and debuted at Gigi's Cafe for MNYFP February — Food Love Affairs.
Part 1
Forget cartoons—
on Saturday mornings, I climbed the kitchen counter
to lift down the low-slung Sunbeam Waffle Baker & Grill,
heavy with age.
The tattered copy of The Joy of Cooking fell open to page 240.
I sifted a mountain of flour,
beat egg whites to stiff peaks, and
folded tillHannah I.J. Aaberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06871459988025572041noreply@blogger.com0