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That Last Taste Of Summer

Easy Peasy Blueberry Pie Bars

All The Crispy Crust, No Rolling Required

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

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

Bring on the Fall desserts! This pumpkin cheesecake from https://meatified.com has a hint of maple & spice, but is totally dairy, grain & gluten free. Bonus: you don't have to bake.

No Bake Maple Spiced Pumpkin Cheesecake

Pumpkin Spice Is Coming

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Persian Seasoning

Liven up your cooking with this herb-packed Persian seasoning blend from http://meatified.com! Inspired by the abundance of fresh herbs used in & served with Iranian dishes, sabzi khordan, this is a blend filled with bright, herbaceous flavors, old and new.

Have you been following along with my Seasoning Series? I started off with some familiar blends and showed you how I make them AIP friendly. First with Taco Seasoning, then moving on to a dairy free Ranch Seasoning. I’m kicking off week three with something a little different: Persian Seasoning! You know I’m always on the lookout […]

Ranch Guacamole

If ranch and guac had a food love child, this Ranch Guacamole from http://meatified.com would be it. It's a great make ahead dip & will stand in for mayo in your favorite recipes.

I’m usually firmly on Team Chunky Guacamole, preferring my guac to have some junk in its trunk, texture wise. But this sneaky little Ranch Guacamole recipe is the exception. It’s a little weird, a little different and is somehow at its best when whipped up silky smooth for your dipping pleasure. Eh, sometimes I’m a […]

Dairy Free Ranch Seasoning Mix

Whip up this AIP & dairy free Ranch Seasoning blend from http://meatified.com, then use it on ALL THE THINGS! All of the flavor, but none of the ick of those dodgy little packets...

Welcome to week 2 of my AIP seasoning series! I kicked off last week with my favorite Taco Seasoning and today I’m cooling things down with an herb-packed Ranch Seasoning blend that you can use to liven up a whole ranch range of dishes… without all the crap you’ll find stashed in the store bought options out […]

AIP Taco Seasoning (nightshade & seed spice free)

Boring taco meat, begone! This AIP Taco Seasoning from http://meatified.com is nightshade & seed spice free but packed with layers of flavor that you will love.

It’s safe to say that I didn’t grow up eating Mexican food, since my first “Mexican food” experience was post-college and a good five thousand miles away from Mexico City. Unsurprisingly, it involved the saddest approximation of a burrito you can imagine, filled with a hodgepodge of indeterminable ingredients. “Ingredients” might be too generous here, […]

Sweet & Tart Energy Bars

These AIP energy bars are both nut & seed free, so they're allergy friendly & the perfect "on the go" food! Easy to make, with no added sweeteners | http://meatified.com

If you used to be a fan of the kind of dried fruit and nut bars that rhyme with Cara, these little treats are for you! Although nuts are a no no on the AIP, they’re not necessary to make these portable, take anywhere energy bars, thanks to a nifty little ingredient swap that makes these […]

Gingered Summer Squash & Parsnip Bisque

Gingered Summer Squash & Parsnip Bisque from http://meatified.com | Gluten free, dairy free, allergy friendly, AIP and paleo.

I love this time of year, when it feels like everything is still liminal and in-between seasons. When it careens between sunny skies and hailstorms and even the weather seems to hint that we’re-not-quite-there-yet, but that there’s something good just around the corner. A little hint of the potential that’s yet to come as the […]

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The further I got into sobriety, the more I realiz

The further I got into sobriety, the more I realized I’ve been trying to make this food blogging thing fit when it doesn’t. You know when you’re kind of good at something, so you keep doing it because eventually that’s got to lead to success or happiness or something that you should want? But instead, I felt like I was constantly behind where I ‘should’ be, never able to make content fast or well or often enough. And nothing I produced ever felt good enough.

Later, I thought I was sabotaging myself to keep myself small. That I was scared to try because I was scared to fail. True and untrue, all at once. But underneath all of those ‘should’s, the real reason I never felt authentic or real doing any of these things is because, if I had really listened, I would have known that it has never been what I wanted.

I don’t want to be defined by a diet or how I eat, even when both of those things were a very true part of my life’s experience. I don’t want to be pouring myself into something that gives me nothing back. Which is exactly how slinging recipes into an abyss has felt for so long.

I haven’t been ‘doing it wrong’. I’ve been doing the wrong thing entirely.

For years of – perhaps all of -- my life, I’ve told myself that I’m lazy, unproductive, just not good enough. But I suspect my inability to do the things that I ‘should’ is intrinsically linked with my body trying its hardest to tell me what my mind refused to say clearly: “you’re not happy doing this, you don’t care about this, this isn’t who you are.”

And what is true about yourself is always, always worth knowing. Even if that means you don’t know what the way forward looks like.

The only part of this I’ve ever loved, the little snippet of truth in this mess my mind has made, is the creation. It’s the making of something from nothing, turning an idea into a tangible thing and then again into something intangible in the form of a photograph.

Turning nothing into something into a memory of what was.

Which means this tiny kernel of a beginning is that I’m not really a recipe developer or a food photographer or anything I thought or told myself I was. Maybe I’m just an artist?

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,

Eighteen months of sobriety have me seeing myself, if not for the very first time, perhaps in the most honest way.

I learned to put on my makeup in a compact mirror, a whole face in shattered parts. Piece by barely framed piece, directing an abstract spotlight on only the detail I thought I needed to fix somehow.

I taught myself never to take a step back, never to look at the whole, never to see truly what was in front of me. To fold myself into my own palm, an enclosed prism. Click.

My face has forever been something yo avoid, a thing I reflexively glaze over, unfocused eyes with too much zoom in the lens, an intrinsic crack in the glass of my sight. Click.

I’ve always been the person behind the camera so that no one could direct it at me. When it whispered, the thought of taking my own portrait for the first time surprised me. Sober me is starting to raise her voice, even if it’s only at herself for now.

The part of me that over complicates everything pulled at me to turn taking a quick snap into an overwhelmingly stylized photo shoot. Another mask; another performance. That voice started listing all the things I had to fix or tidy or make pretty or palatable. Which I realized now was another attempt at staying hidden while pretending to be visible.

Instead, I promised myself that I would set up my camera as simply as possible. Just the same as I would light anything else to let it shine as it is.

So here I am. No distractions, just me looking into my own camera for the first time and meeting myself on the other side. Click.

It’s strange to look at this image - of myself, for once - and see my typical photography style poking through without meaning to. Limited styling, rich depths, pops of bold natural color, perhaps a little more darkness than makes other people comfortable. And still: just me.

Hi, I’m Rach.

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