HOW I MET YOUR MONSTER

In the last installment of this series, I talked about the foyson diet- about freshness as a measurable biochemical state, about the biogenic amines that accumulate in food as it ages and how those compounds degrade the very essence that nonhuman peoples appear to seek, and about salt, that ancient ward, and the way it preserves cellular integrity at a level most of us never think about when we reach for the shaker. If you haven't read "The Foyson Diet" yet, I'd encourage you

I'd like to introduce some perhaps leading edge science, nutrition and folklore connections, and I think a gentle, relatable way to do that might be by explaining how and why I discovered them. So.. My body runs on a very short list. Fresh red beef, cooked as little as I can get away with. Fresh eggs, fresh butter, fresh whole milk. Every single day, without fail, or things go wrong quickly and measurably. The beef has to be red and it has to be recent, not aged, not cured, n

A lifetime of sensing unseen energies led to measurable proof: a body that pulls in the essence of others, nourishing or draining depending on what it encounters.

My husband and I had just walked into Walmart, near the produce section, and I felt someone staring at me. Hard. I looked up, thinking I was imagining it, and locked eyes with a man I knew immediately was not human. Artemaeus was already gone. He was laser focused on getting his dinner ingredients, hellbent on alfredo, rushing towards dairy without a backward glance. The lights overhead were bright and cold. The A/C in Florida is legendary most of the year because of our

I was standing at my kitchen counter several years ago with two mixing bowls, a notebook full of failed ratios, and a problem I could not solve. The problem was powder. Specifically, the fine, chalky film that coats most commercially flavored teas when natural flavoring agents - particularly cream and butter elements - are introduced to loose leaf blends. Anyone who has ever brewed a cup of something lovely from a grocery store shelf and noticed that faint, unpleasant residue

As we move into the last phase of Autumn, I find myself in my annual, nostalgic state. Memories of months and years past fill my mind, and I'm grateful to have this online space, which allows me to write some of them down to share with you. Lately, I've been recalling fondly my experience with a person that research reveals would likely best be known in our society as the Leshy- have you heard of him? According to Russian, Appalachian and other folklore, the Leshy is a woodla

Hello, Eerie Expeditioners! You may have read some of my contributions to the pages of the magazine recently, and now that I've been...