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A handful of simple ingredients come together with creamy Italian white beans in this one pan, weeknight friendly & dairy free meal.

It's One Bowl Wonder Time

Brothy Italian Beans with Sausage & Kale

Everything You Want In One Place

You're just a handful of ingredients away from this Peanut Butter & Jelly Granola, flavored & sweetened with your favorite preserves or jelly.

It's Peanut Butter Jelly Time

Gluten Free PB & J Granola

Big Cluster Appreciation Society

This weeknight take on chicken shawarma is beautifully spiced and hits the table fast, with no marinading time needed.

That Golden Glow

Speedy Sheet Pan Chicken Shawarma

The Only Sun Tan I Can Condone

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Gingered Balsamic & Date Glazed Chicken Legs

While I was working on my own cookbook, I neglected to keep up with all of the great paleo titles that have been written and released. Which means that now I’m done, I have lots of fabulous books to look through for great recipes and inspiration! One of the books I missed was Paleo Takes […]

Savory Pumpkin Dip

I know it’s nowhere near pumpkin season, but I love the stuff year ’round! I wanted to whip up something to dunk our plantain chips into, but I was out of avocados. And, if I’m honest, fresh herbs. I need to go grocery shopping. Anyway! I always keep a few cans of pumpkin puree around […]

Green Tea, Lemon & Ginger Gummies

These ginger gummies from https://meatified.com aren't just cute, they're made with inflammation busting gelatin, green tea and ginger for the perfect healthy snack! With a kick.

I love making gummy snacks. They’re a great way to add extra grass fed gelatin to my food routine and they’re fun, to boot! I wanted to make a batch that weren’t full of sugar – so I came up with these Green Tea, Lemon & Ginger Gummies. (If you want to know more about […]

Paleo Glazed Chicken Wings

I’m pretty proud of these Paleo Glazed Chicken Wings. Why? Because they’re not only delicious and Autoimmune Protocol friendly, but they’re also Whole30 compliant because they are completely free of any added sweetener like honey or maple syrup. So what’s the secret to making a lovely Paleo Glazed Chicken Wing? Surprisingly, the answer is…. mango! Huh? I […]

Mini Nectarine & Ginger Popsicles

You know how some people constantly impress you with how organized they are? Especially in the kitchen? People who have perfectly written up plans of exactly what they will be cooking and eating for the week IN ADVANCE? Yeah, that’s so not me. I would love to be that efficient, but I have no idea […]

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The further I got into sobriety, the more I realiz

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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