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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 […]

Green Beans with Lemon & Sage Crumbs

I grew up eating stuffing out of a box. I’m not ashamed to admit that I loved the stuff, either. It had to be Paxo and it HAD to be the sage and onion “flavor”, regardless of whatever meat was on the table. It just did. I had systems to adhere to. Still do. Sure, […]

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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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