Crispy Chicken Thighs With Orange & Cranberry Coconut Greens

Things that I love:

Handwritten letters
Jazz
Jazz hands
Cold steak for breakfast
Laughing so hard it hurts
Polar bears
Husband
Crispy Chicken Skin
Cast iron skillets
Aerobics videos from the 80s

Okay… so maybe that’s a very short and slightly random list, but you get the point. Crispy chicken skin is on that list. If they sold warm bits of crispy chicken skin in a bag like potato chips, I’d probably buy it. If I could eat said crispy bits while listening to jazz and petting a polar bear? Game over. I mean, really.  […]

Bacon & Cranberry Roasted Brussels Sprouts With Honey Dijon Dressing

Okay, so I’ve been getting a little side-dishy lately. We’ve made Butter & Wine Roasted Mushrooms, Bourbon & Honey Glazed Carrots and now I’m punching you in the mouth with these Brussels Sprouts. Thanksgiving is upon us in less than a week, and I just want to make sure you have some bangin’ gluten-free side dish selections to accompany what is sure to be a hefty meal of turkey and all sorts of other incredible things. Is it weird that I am drooling just thinking about it? I plan to imbibe with a Pomegranate Margarita (or two) as well as sink my after-dinner teeth into one of these Gluten-Free Buttermilk Apple Hand Pies. Yes, yes. You guessed it. I will be wearing something spandex. […]

Bourbon & Honey Glazed Carrots

I love bourbon.

It’s  my drink of choice. I’ll take it on the rocks, mixed with pineapple juice, in a Manhattan or in one of these Ginger Fizz Cocktails. I’ll find excuses to slip it into whipped cream or cookies. I’ll even find an excuse to put it on vegetables. That’s what you’re currently looking at. A way of infusing that awesome, rich, bourbon flavor into roasted veggies. I’m realizing now these past few sentences make me sound like a real lush. Ugh. I don’t even know. But, bourbon…let’s get crazy and pour it on some carrots and see what happens. […]

Apple, Delicata & Blue Cheese Flatbread {Gluten-Free & Grain-Free}

Yesterday I set out to make a pie.
This effort was thwarted once I looked over at the bowl of neglected produce on my counter. The delicata squash made eye contact with me and got real. “Hey, G… I’ve been sitting on your counter for TWO weeks. What-chu gonna do about it?” Jeez. Sassy squash.
Ok, ok… so, the squash didn’t actually speak to me due to its lack of communicative parts and bits (i.e. I’ve never met a squash with lips–have you? If so, email me PUH-LEASE–I wanna hear all about it) but my own produce guilt did create a dialogue between myself and this neglected squash. I’ll spare you the details, but basically, the squash got sassier and sassier until I promised to help her fulfill her delicious little squash destiny. In this process I also got bullied by a very pushy apple. She wanted in on the action. I said yes. […]