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There are so many recipes within reach. Despite all this choice, I'm having a tough time boiling down what I actually need to eat.  I labour over heat but produce little that actually fills me up. I submerge my doubts with foods that my body does not understand. I  relinquish my hunger for a deeper one. 
What is  it that will nourish me, without taking advantage of me?
What do you eat to feel peaceful and fed?

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  1. Ailsa5/05/2012 11:00 am

    I always find roasted chicken or macaroni and cheese the homemade kind satisfying physically and mentally.

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  2. MotherOfGooses5/05/2012 11:54 am

    yeah, non-soul destroying food is the way to go

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