The first time I read the Pinch of Yum food blog, I had my tiny baby cradled in my arms. I was a hungry new mama (hungry like only a mama can be when she’s exclusively nursing a tiny baby who’s gaining a pound a week!), and I was searching for easy, filling recipes. When I stumbled upon this site, I think I fell in love with it. I loved the idea of a successful blog full of delicious recipes and gorgeous photography and real people—who were totally authentic and inspiring. I don’t remember all of the recipes we tried (honestly, I don’t remember very much about those early days), but I do remember trying kale for the first time in this pretty tasty soup.
Even though many of the recipes don’t apply to my current diet, I’ve kept reading Pinch of Yum. (Sometimes I still miss their absolutely perfect chocolate chip cookies…) I was so excited when I read Lindsay and Bjork’s baby announcement last fall (too cute for words), and I was heartbroken when they lost their sweet baby Afton, who was born far too early and lived a short but perfect life. Reading Lindsay’s posts about Afton’s birth, his life, and the lives she and Bjork have bravely continued living in his absence always makes me cry a little. But it’s a good kind of crying—crying that honors and remembers life, that shares grief, that hopes for a kinder, more compassionate world.
Feeding a Broken Heart
Now Pinch of Yum has a new recipe series, Feeding a Broken Heart, starting with this creamy potato soup.
The idea is to find someone in your sphere—a family member, a friend, a neighbor, anyone—who is struggling and to show them some love by sharing comforting, healing food. I think it’s a beautiful concept. I’m sure there are many people, each struggling in their own ways, who have been the recipients of much-needed love and kindness in this little food movement.
I’ve thought about myself, and my food, too. With a restricted diet to help my immune system heal, I’ve had to give up most comfort foods, including potatoes, so I know this recipe isn’t for me. But the idea is for everyone. I won’t find healing in a bowl of potato soup or homemade macaroni and cheese, but good food and love are helping me heal. Every time Taft fixes me scrambled eggs for breakfast—food that helps me feel good and get well—he’s helping me heal. Every time my family makes room for me in their lives and in their home, even though we aren’t sharing a meal around the table, they’re helping me heal. Every time a friend is understanding and supportive of my life changes, they’re helping me heal.
Healing is something we can do together.