Honey Soy Roasted Chickpeas | @thefauxmartha

It started to show itself in the way I kept my hair. Or didn’t. In high school and college I washed, dried, and straightened my hair daily. It was a thing of beauty. Well kept. Perfectly in place. With no sign of unruly wave, even under all those thick, thick layers. It was a good representation of how I saw myself. Of how I saw the world. I was a straight-laced rule follower. My perspective looked a lot like the scenery of The Giver. Things were orderly. Things were black and white. So black and white. Read more

“Be somebody who makes everybody feel like a somebody.” —Kid President

I need to tattoo this to the inside of my hand. Most days I’m just making sure I feel like a somebody. We have two mirrors in our tiny apartment—one that’s covered in so much dust I don’t have to worry about the reflection as I pass. The other, in the bathroom, I quickly skirt by until the end of the day. That’s when I usually catch a glimpse of the disheveled person walking by. Read more

My vice is sweet cherry tomatoes, that I buy in bulk, and pop into my mouth like pieces of ruby red candy. I keep them in a bowl on the counter for quick accessibility and as an easy option if I’m at all tempted by sugar and salty bits that hide in my pantry. But sometimes I don’t get to my red little lovers in time. They start to shrivel and lose their peak flavor. So that’s when I give them a light bath in olive oil, a hit of salt and pepper, toss into the toaster oven and roast to a slightly browned, sweetened version of their former selves to add to salads and pastas. If they even make it that far, because they’re still a darn good snack!

—Heidi, FoodieCrush

The Food Matters Project is back again. Every Monday from now until who knows when, I’ll be participating. Sharing bits and pieces of my food journey along the way. At least that’s the plan. However, Monday after next I’ll be ditching out to bring you a special announcement—Where in the world are we moving? Or not moving. In the meantime I’ll be biting my nails or eating (small) handfuls of this. Save me. Read more