White Bean and Kale White Wine Pasta
- 3 cups bowtie pasta (sub brown rice pasta)
- 3 tablespoons vegan buttery spread
- 1/4 yellow onion, sliced thin
- 1 cup crimini mushrooms, sliced
- 3 garlic cloves, minced
- 1 1/2 cups lacinato kale, sliced into thin ribbons
- 2/3 cup white beans, drained and rinsed
- 1/2 cup white wine
- 2 tablespoons lemon juice
- 1/2 teaspoon salt
- 1/4 teaspoon pepper
- 2 tablespoons fresh basil, chopped
- parmesan cheese (sub vegan parmesan)
- Heat a large pot of salted water over high heat until boiling. Once boiling, add in 3 cups of pasta. Boil for 10-12 minutes, stirring occasionally.
- Meanwhile, add vegan buttery spread to a medium-sized pot over medium heat. Cook until the butter turns brown-ish and starts to smell nutty.
- Add in yellow onion and mushrooms, reduce heat to medium-low and cook for 5-7 minutes - stirring often.
- After the mushrooms and onions have softened add in garlic, kale, white beans, white wine, lemon juice, salt and pepper. Turn the heat up to medium-high, and sauté for another 5-7 minutes - stirring often.
- Once your pasta is done cooking, drain the water, and add your noodles to your medium-sized pot.
- Cook for another 2-3 minutes on medium, allowing all of the flavors to meld. At the last moment before serving, toss in your chopped basil.
- Divide your pasta between 2-4 bowls and top with parmesan cheese to taste.
- EAT UP.
I am an emotional overeater.
There I said it. That’s a phrase that I would have never been able to say a few years ago, due to shame. I imagined that I was a disgusting monster for dealing with this thing, and that if people knew they would surely not love me. And yet I’ve seen now that the more I speak those words out loud, the more people respond with their own stories. Stories of heartache, stories of “failure”, stories of trying really hard, and stories of overcoming (day by day.) And so much love.
I am also willing to admit that yesterday was a bad day for me when it comes to emotional overeating. I wasn’t listening to my body, I wasn’t taking care of my heart that needed comfort, I was simply numbing. I have a lot of skills that I’ve developed over the years that usually help me from getting to that place. But yesterday, I “failed.”
And I saw myself as a failure too. I beat myself up mentally and dragged myself around feeling bloated, and awful, and sad. I dragged myself to a barre class and couldn’t look at myself in the mirror. It was rough.
But then something happened, something that wouldn’t have happened a few years ago. I came home from that barre class, and posted this instagram. And then I let myself off the hook. I forgave myself – for eating too much, for beating myself up, for “failing.” I let myself cry all the tears I needed to cry. I told myself I was sorry for ignoring my own sadness. I held my own heart. (Not literally.)
I made room for my complete self in my life. Because I am not just a body. I am a person with a huge range of emotions and thoughts and hopes and fears and dreams. And I am working each and every day to honor those things. I am not just a person who ate too much White Bean and Kale White Wine Pasta yesterday. I am a heart. I am a mind. And those things need comforting too.
So maybe you’re a person who relates to this story. Maybe you’ve struggled with emotional or compulsive overeating. Welcome, you are loved. And I encourage you to start telling your story. Start airing your demons – to those who love and support you (or to all of the internet, whatever. lol.) Because I promise everything will look less scary the moment you start to talk about it.
And if you are one of those lucky people who doesn’t deal with this issue, then I urge you to be gentle with those around you. I urge you to listen to their stories. You never know what they are going through. And I urge you to be kind to yourself, because we can all use more kindness.
The world out there is crazy enough, there is no need to battle yourself. Make room for yourself in this world. All of you – body, heart, and mind. Because that’s all we’ve got. And that’s plenty.