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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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Sheet Pan Greek Chicken with Sweet Potatoes, Red Onion & Olives

A simple yet vibrant seasoning takes this sheet pan Greek chicken recipe from https://meatified.com to "must make again" status, with lemony sweets, roasted red onions & briny olives.

If there’s one thing I know to be true of myself, it’s that I almost always do things my own way. Often times, that’s a strength, because I persevere and work hard to find or create solutions, inside the kitchen or otherwise. Other times, it can be a weakness, because it can make me unwilling […]

Rooibos Tea Oatmeal with Vanilla Scented Blueberries

Cozy up with this oatless rooibos tea oatmeal with a hint of caramel & spice, piled high with fragrant vanilla blueberries for a not-too-sweet breakfast from https://meatified.com.

Because I’m craving warm, cozy food and because I had a hankering for something a little sweeter for breakfast this week, I came up with this rooibos tea oatmeal. It’s actually very minimally sweetened and – like all of my oatless oatmeal recipes – has a secret hidden veggie that you’d never know was lurking […]

Sticky Sheet Pan BBQ Chicken with Roasted Slaw

Because weeknights deserve deliciousness, this sheet pan bbq chicken from https://meatified.com is almost no prep at all, made in one pan & a fun twist on classic bbq & slaw dinners.

When I’m feeling like a basic as kitchen bitch, but don’t want to eat like one, this sheet pan BBQ chicken is the kind of meal I make to remind myself that I deserve more than a sad, bland meal. It’s made all the more simple because I keep my go-to AIP condiment in my […]

Electric Orange Broth Smoothie

This orange broth smoothie from https://meatified.com is made with whole fruits & fresh ginger, plus hidden veggies & collagen rich broth for a bold, refreshing & boosted beverage.

I didn’t realize quite how bright this orange broth smoothie was gonna be ’til I started blending it up. It really is electric! Unoriginal name notwithstanding, this is probably the best, most sneaky and delicious way to add some extra collagen rich broth to your day. Yup, I said sneaky. Because you really have no […]

Very Berry Broth Smoothie

You'll never guess that this is a broth smoothie, since it's packed with mixed berries, a hidden vegetable and a refreshing hint of lemon & mint from https://meatified.com.

If you like your smoothies on the thicker & fruitier end of the spectrum, this berry broth smoothie is for you! Yes, I said berry broth smoothie. But, seriously, you’ll never know it’s there. Or the secret hidden veggie that’s hanging out in the same glass. Pinky Swear. I wanted to keep my smoothie recipes […]

Light & Bright Green Broth Smoothie

A twist on the typical green drink, this boosted green broth smoothie from https://meatified.com skips milk & added sugars for hidden veggies & a light, refreshing-not-bitter flavor.

The reasoning behind this green broth smoothie is pretty simple: I wanted to find a way to make a not so typical twist on the classic green smoothie, without any coconut products or added sugar. But I also wanted it to keep it light and bright, avoiding the bitterness of some green smoothie blends, while […]

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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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