When I set out to make lectin-free muffins loaded with prebiotic fiber, I was expecting to make something like bran muffins–something “healthy” tasting. Like not the best muffins, but not so bad my sense of health-centered pride couldn’t overcome the taste and texture. After all, it took a certain sense of epicurean sacrifice to consume…
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I did not grow up eating traditional latkes at Hanukkah, though, I certainly loved eating them when my friend’s mom made them. That being said, I hope I’m not setting myself up to be smited (smitten?) for taking the potatoes out of these lectin-free latkes. The God of Israel made the nightshades, but he also…
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My 3-year old helps out in the kitchen now. Up until her third birthday, “helping” involved eating most of the ingredients before I could get them into the recipe. But now, she legitimately helps and I love to come up with recipes where she can partake in creating. Before we made these breakfast muffins together,…
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One of the ideas from my extensive list of lectin-free snacks is to make mini pizzas from grain-free bagels. However, compliant bagels can be a little difficult to find. Fortunately, we have The Plant Paradox Cookbook, and Dr. Gundry has a tasty recipe for Plant Paradox mini-bagels. They’re perfect for mornings or for turning into…
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Nothing says fairy tale Christmas like warm gingerbread, fresh out of the oven. The smell alone is enough to make the grinchiest woman (or man) in the house spontaneously sing Burl Ives. Unfortunately, real gingerbread with heaping spoonfuls of molasses, isn’t an option for us lectin-enlightened folk. It’s not that we’re grinches–we want to enjoy the…
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Fall is in the air, and that means my local grocery store has placed the bins of cinnamon-orange pinecone wreaths out front for our olfactory enjoyment. I don’t know what kind of psychology they are pulling, but it’s working, because I want cinnamon everything. This past weekend, I made really easy cinnamon pancakes with cassava flour.…
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Growing up, I dreamed of a life where I could eat cake for breakfast every morning. Vanilla, chocolate, carrot, cheese, it didn’t matter the flavor. It was tradition in my house that when someone had a birthday, and there was leftover cake, we could eat it for breakfast the next day, and my young self…
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Behold, the yellow peach. The juicy, not-too-sweet, not-too-tart pit fruit that you can play tennis with when it’s not ripe and get a half gallon of juice down your chin when it is ripe. If you’re not fortunate enough to be in peach season at the moment, get my recipe for warm cinnamon cassava pancakes…
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Before leaky gut, my husband and I were attempting to perfect homemade breakfast burritos. We made them for breakfast when guests came over, and we even ate them for Christmas dinner two years in a row. Homemade tortillas, sausage, sage, tomatoes, peppers, cilantro, sour cream….I’m drooling just writing about them. There is hope for us…