Merry Christmas to everyone, or whatever it is you celebrate, whether it is Hanukah, Kwanza or Festivus. Let it be as stress free, symptom free, relapse free as possible!
I have now tried to slice plantains several different ways, and none of them are ‘easy’, unless the plantains are the color of midnight. I mean black, blacker than the middle of the night sky in the Caribbean black. Then, it was a bit easier, but only then. I tried my hand at fried plantains … [Read more…]
Fuck this disease This dis-ease This dis-trust These infantile legs that Have the strength of Sandcastles. Fuck this un-ease This un-comfort This body that betrays me And leaves me to fend For myself Alone As my shame drips In a puddle at my feet Made up of my giant tears. Fuck this dis-ability This in-ability … [Read more…]
It finally happened. Bacon Chicken Alfredo has been dethroned (so says Le Boyfriend, but I tend to agree), by something so simple as sausage. I suppose, if anything was going to beat something with bacon, it better incorporate sausage. The recipe came from, wait for it, A Clean Plate! (I’ll change it up someday, I … [Read more…]
But tasted like crap! Not everything can be a success, right? I burned my pretty plantains the other day. Those suckers cooked quick! And while one side was a lovely, golden brown, the other was black and charred. Oops. I guess one utter disaster out of several weeks of hits is ok. This used to … [Read more…]
They were so pretty. I just had to add the picture after they were done. YUM!!
My family isn’t quite down with this AIP-ish thing I got goin on. They are somewhat supportive of my food choices/habits, depending on who I’m speaking about, and just so long as they don’t have to eat it (Le Boyfriend excluded). So when the menu for Thanksgiving was up in the air, I quickly volunteered … [Read more…]
I suppose ‘No’ is an answer, right? That seems to be what I have been hearing from doctors lately when I have been trying to figure out the root cause of my stomach pain. No, you don’t have this. No, you don’t have that. I’m not lactose intolerant, I don’t have SIBO, when I would … [Read more…]
Le Boyfriend licked his plate after dinner. No, that’s no metaphor folks. He legit licked it, dinner was that good. Granted, I thought it was quite good myself, but I’m not sure I’d go there. Now what did I make you ask? I made an adaptation of ACleanPlates Bacon Chicken Alfredo. I may have also … [Read more…]
Two weeks in to this AIPish journey and it’s going… Ok? At the start I didn’t think that would be the case, I had anticipated some major mishaps, meltdowns and disasters. But aside from one night where everything that could go wrong did (entire jar of Italian spices into the mushrooms? Sure!) it’s been good. … [Read more…]