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That First 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

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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Dairy Free Mexican Street Corn Salad (Esquites)

This take on Mexican street corn salad is made easily dairy free but with all the classic spicy, tangy & creamy flavors that make the dish so delicious!

If you hadn’t already noticed, then perhaps this Mexican street corn salad will be the first clue that things have been changing around here. I made a decision a while ago to start broadening out the range of recipes that I share, both to free up some creativity and to better reflect the way that […]

Lemony Spring Smashed Potatoes with Herbed Peas & Yogurt

These zesty lemon smashed potatoes from https://meatified.com are crispy on the outside, fluffy in the middle and all tangled up with bright peas & herbs for a lighter, Spring-y take on spuds.

I’ve been playing it too safe here. I have a tendency to default to “people pleaser” in my life because I’m naturally very conflict avoidant, often to my own detriment. So, for a few different reasons, I’m making an effort this year to work on that. And one of the simplest ways to do that […]

Easiest Not Quite Queso Dip

If you're looking for a creamy, deliciously melty dip that satisfies, then this allergy friendly take on queso dip from https://meatified.com is for you! Dairy & nut free.

Yes, it’s January 1st, 2019 and I’m making queso dip. Start as you mean to go on, as they say! Because this queso dip situation is like wrapping myself in a melty, gooey hug of deliciousness & comfort food. Except that this comfort food is sneaky. It’s got absolutely zero dairy in it, which probably […]

Cranberry Butter Cups: No Bake & Nut Free

These no bake cranberry butter cups from https://meatified.com are the perfect last minute holiday treat. Bonus: they use up those last few cranberries you always have laying around!

Seemingly like everyone else in the US at this time of year, I find myself with random bags of cranberries that I don’t know what to do with, post-Thanksgiving. They’re something I usually only buy to make the obligatory cranberry sauce for that holiday meal, but since I didn’t grow up in the land of […]

Green Bean Casserole with Crispy Shallots (Gluten, Dairy & Nut Free)

This fresh, vibrant & dairy free take on green bean casserole from https://meatified.com is rich & creamy, topped off with the crispiest (and easiest) fried shallots ever.

This post is so short and the photos so few, because I’m a non-American living in America who didn’t realize that Green Bean Casserole was apparently a Thanksgiving-only dish for a lot of people? I’d erroneously assumed it was an equal opportunity winter holiday kind of dish, so I’m afraid I’m hitting publish on this […]

Nightshade Free Thai Green Curry Paste

Want a light, fragrant and nightshade free take on Thai green curry paste? This recipe from https://meatified.com is it! Use it just like storebought, as the base of your favorite curries.

So I’m apparently on a “nightshade free all the impossible things” roll lately. Specifically, I’ve been playing around with Thai inspired flavors, which is how I ended up making this Thai Green Curry Paste for you guys! (I made this bomb nightshade free Thai Yellow Curry Paste first, if you wanna take a peek at […]

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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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