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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!

don't be scared

Perfect Prime Rib

The easiest, dreamiest way to use up your holiday turkey without resorting to soup is this dairy & coconut free leftover turkey stroganoff.

it's turkey time

turkey stroganoff

leftovers never tasted so good

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!

the holidays in one bite

cranberry butter cups

I regret nothing

This simple caramelized onion dip takes its time and lets the sweet & savory onions headline this party favorite. You won't regret making a double batch!

everybody lies about

caramelized onion dip

but it's worth it

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Summer Berry Cherry Galette

Barely sweetened summer berries & cherries nestle in the flaky, buttery crust wrapped around this cherry galette from https://meatified.com... that just happens to be grain, dairy, egg, nut, seed & coconut free! Oh, and straight up delicious.

I think I’m correct in saying that this Summery Berry Cherry Galette is the first ever baked good to hit the Meatified screen. It’s definitely the first AIP baked treat, for sure. Which is a little funny, because years ago, before I’d even heard of grain free diets, before I’d ever picked up a camera […]

Pork Piccata with Lemon Caper Sauce

No chicken here! This gluten & grain free Pork Piccata from https://meatified.com swaps out the usual chicken for golden & tender pork paired with a light & bright lemon caper sauce.

Pork Piccata: because chicken shouldn’t get all the tangy, lemony, caper-y fun! Also known as the dish that this person who hasn’t bought a boneless, skinless chicken breast in years makes on a weeknight. A fancy, yet not stressed out, weeknight… because this dish takes like 30 minutes or less. The key to this Pork […]

Eggless Coconut Shrimp with Pineapple Ginger Dipping Sauce

Why, yes, I did just say that I made you gluten free Eggless Coconut Shrimp! And they’re just as crispy-crunchy-addictive as they should be. I’m not usually one for recipes that use specialty flours or fiddly bits, but there are a few dishes where I’m happy to make an exception, because these golden-hued bites of […]

Beef Soft Tacos with Garlic Slaw

Because everyone deserves tacos, these Beef Soft Tacos with Garlic Slaw from https://meatified.com are 100% grain, gluten & dairy free, as well as paleo & AIP friendly. Oh, and delicious. Really, really delicious.

Because I’m apparently obsessed with comfort food lately, I made you Beef Soft Tacos. But I also sabotaged them so that you have to eat ’em with people you love, because these are Beef Soft Tacos with a punchy Garlic Slaw. While I do love me a lettuce cup, sometimes a girl just needs a […]

Nightshade Free Shrimp Étouffée

This nightshade free shrimp etouffee from https://meatified.com is the ultimate comfort food dish even though it's grain and dairy free. Serve it over rice or cauliflower rice, or enjoy a bowl on its own as a simple & hearty one pot dinner.

I’m sort of on a roll lately when it comes to cooking up totally impossible recipes. Like last week’s Tomato-Less Tomato Soup with Herbed Croutons. Or this nightshade free Shrimp Étouffée recipe. Yes, really. When I first started on an elimination diet, I kept everything really, really simple for a lot of reasons, one of […]

Foolproof Grain Free Tortillas

There's a reason I called these http://meatified.com grain free tortillas foolproof: the dough comes together in a flash. This will be your new favorite recipe for tacos & more!

This recipe for foolproof grain free tortillas is brought to you by my deeply ingrained perfectionist tendencies. There are plenty of recipes out there for cassava flour tortillas, but I wanted to base my first foray into grain free flour territory on a simple, traditional recipe. You wouldn’t think that a recipe as simple as […]

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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?

If you, too, are seeking simplicity and comfort of

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.

Somewhere along the way, I forgot that food was su

Somewhere along the way, I forgot that food was supposed to feed me, too.

Not just my body.

I'm not gonna say that it took a pandemic to learn that, because it's a lesson that life has been trying to teach me for, frankly, decades at this point.

But nearly a year of changed financial circumstances, combined with having made every single meal I've eaten in that same time period myself, has definitely brought the idea of sustenance to the foreground of my life.

Sustenance isn't just keeping my body fueled and fed.

It's not just sticking to a budget while doing my best to stay healthy.

It's not just managing my autoimmunity through diet.

It's nurturing my creativity when I feel like I have nothing else to give.

It's reminding myself with every bite that I deserve to live at home in this body instead of a mere resident.

It's discovering that I can honor myself in a way that I never thought I could.

It's meals like this one of Brothy Italian White Beans with Sausage and Kale. Simple, hearty, whole.

It's food to find my way home.

To myself. Right here. Where I've always been meant to be.

#operationbemoreme

NEW RECIPE: This Basil Black Pepper Chicken & Broc

NEW RECIPE: This Basil Black Pepper Chicken & Broccoli is my kind of weeknight meal. It comes together in one skillet, uses a handful of fresh ingredients & lets the pantry bring the back up to maximize those flavors with no fuss!

The real hero of this black pepper chicken & broccoli, though, is the sauce. It’s slightly sweet, balanced with the gentle heat of ginger and black pepper, salty-savory from the coconut aminos & fish sauce, then finally balanced with a kiss of vinegar & fresh lime juice.

The chicken is tender, the veggies are tender-crisp & everything is lightly glazed with that delicious sauce. If you like, finish with some crushed peanuts or cashews for a little crunch!
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Snag the recipe here 👉🏼 https://meatified.com/black-pepper-chicken-broccoli/

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