I took my daughter to the farmer’s market, where they sell wood-fired organic sourdough pizza at the local college booth. It was peak strawberry season. The college kids did what any seasonal-eating, self-sustaining, homemade pizza makers do in mid-June: They put strawberries on the pizza. More specifically, strawberry mozzarella with a balsamic drizzle. “Strawberries on…
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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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You know, there was a time when squashes, pumpkins, potatoes, and corn served a good purpose (other than filling you up on Thanksgiving). For indigenous or any self-sufficient peoples who ate seasonally, it was actually important to use an abundant Fall harvest to prepare for a time of scarcity. Those starchy vegetables (and technically fruits)…
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I once made shepherd’s pie for dinner, and I asked my husband how he liked it halfway through. He hesitated. (Uh oh.) “What did you use to make the top?” he asked. “It’s mashed cauliflower with lots of butter. Is it seriously not good!?” I was incredulous–any mashed thing with lots of butter is inherently…
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I was never a fan of hot chocolate growing up. Why? Because we drank Swiss Miss (the horror!) and it was…meh. Even with the microscopic marshmallows. That’s why when we read my favorite Christmas book–The Polar Express–I dreamed about ” hot cocoa as thick and rich as melted chocolate bars.” Did such a thing exist?…
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It’s simply not the holiday season without small slabs of sugar, butter, and flour. I’m talking about Christmas cookies, of course (well, on this site, lectin-free Christmas cookies ). Peanut butter blossoms, Mexican wedding cakes, cannonballs, cut-out sugar cookies, date cookies, gingersnaps–crunchy and sugary or soft and buttery. Pick your favorite, and usher in the…
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Every year, for two glorious weeks, the reddest, sweetest, juiciest berries on earth make an appearance, causing a frenzied berry-picking extravaganza amongst the local populace. Even the “city folk” show up in white pants and wedge heels to carefully extract red gold from under the green leaves. Yes, it’s strawberry season, and I’m not eating…
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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…