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Let me show you the easiest most delicious way to cook the perfect prime rib roast from https://meatified.com. It seems intimidating, but is really both simple & forgiving!

it's turkey time

turkey stroganoff

leftovers never tasted so good

the holidays in one bite

cranberry butter cups

I regret nothing

everybody lies about

caramelized onion dip

but it's worth it

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Watermelon Agua Fresca with Mint, Ginger & Lime

This refreshing Watermelon Agua Fresca from http://meatified.com is livened up with mint, ginger, lime & sparkling water for a perfect mocktail. Or cocktail base, should you choose!

So I kind of have a watermelon problem. I either a) cut into these suckers as soon as I get them home, then proceed to eat my bodily weight in sweet, sweet fruity goodness or b) plonk the giant ball o’ fruit on my kitchen counter, then promptly forget all about it until I cut […]

Berry Fizz Mocktail

This Berry Fizz Mocktail reminds me a little of sangria, except without the not-so-nice aftereffects of day drinking. It uses a combination of tart cherry juice, pomegranate juice and fresh raspberries and lime – finished off with a some sparkling water for fizz – to create a not-too-sweet, refreshing summer drink with just a hint […]

AIP Coffee – and 84 other AIP breakfast recipes!

AIP Coffee Alternative from http://meatified.com #aip #paleo #autoimmune

Today I’m sharing a recipe from the brand spankin’ new ebook 85 Amazing AIP Breakfasts! A group of friends and AIP bloggers got together to create this ebook, myself included, filled with both our most popular recipes and some new creations that are exclusive to the ebook. Why? Because the question of “what do you […]

Chai Spiced Paleo Hot Chocolate

I used to love hot chocolate. When I was a kid, of course. With plenty of whipped cream, although I was never really a marshmallow lover. Throughout college the closest I would get to a hot chocolate would be one of those awful, instant “low fat” packets of junk that you add water to. Sad […]

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Before & after // I didn’t take any photos for a $Before & after // I didn’t take any photos for a year. Sobering-up-me was a being of fractures. Sharp edges that didn’t fit anywhere, no matter how many times I rearranged or reimagined the pieces. People seem to think (or I apparently assumed) that becoming sober brings an automatic sense of the whole, of coming back together. That it’s as simple as taking away perhaps the only thing that was, in the strangest sense, holding them together in the first place. Magically yielding a version of the ‘before’ that is not yet broken in the ‘after’. Maybe that’s true for some people. But sobering me was an agonizing act of disassembly. It was heading back to cuckoo land and knowing that this time, the nest was never mine. It was realizing that I had always known I was the interloper, pushing others out of the nest to stay alive in a constant state of mimicry that became its own death anyway. Sobering-me wondered if her old creativity was another act of imitation pushing her ever closer to the edge. Hi, I’m the cuckoo, it’s me. When you’ve never known who you are, how can there be anything familiar to fly back to? For some, sobriety might be a reclamation, but mine has been a kind of excavation. Part extrication, part excommunication. I wasn’t yet a year sober when I picked up my camera again, my first foray into what may or may not be left behind. I picked something simple, a cozy soup as a placeholder to practice camera settings & styling again. But that March-cold light wasn’t what I wanted to see. I used to feel like editing photos after the fact was about ‘fixing’ them; that it was about finding what was ‘wrong’ with what I’d made in the first place. The same way that part of me wanted to portray my self-portrait last post as a sober ‘after’ without acknowledging the ‘before’. As though the after is a new version of me, as fixed as my stare. But any after cradles it’s before at it’s heart. So, just as I’ve warmed & brightened this photo to create the sense of contentment that I wanted to see, I’ve shown you the before, too. I can’t have one without the other. There’s no sobriety without what came before. No thawing tenderness that doesn’t follow the cold.$

Eighteen months of sobriety have me seeing myself,

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