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Homemade Bone Broth: Instant Pot, Slow Cooker & Stove Top

Making your own homemade bone broth is easy and economical. Here's how to make it three ways: in your Instant Pot, slow cooker or on the stove top!

The great thing about making your own homemade bone broth is that it’s both easy and economical. Although you can go out and purchase soup bones from your grocery store or butcher, I almost always make my own with leftover bones from cuts that I’ve cooked for meals. I save everything from roast chicken carcasses […]

Red Cabbage Sauerkraut with Ginger

Making your own sauerkraut is super simple. Liven things up with this delicious red cabbage sauerkraut from https://meatified.com with a hint of ginger and kick!

Have you ever made your own sauerkraut or fermented foods? For a long time, I assumed they were really intimidating, but I’m happy to say that that isn’t the case at all. You simply need vegetables and salt. That’s really it. This Red Cabbage Sauerkraut is my favorite, go-to simplest ferment ever. Here I’ve […]

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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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