Tomato & Coconut Crock-Pot Chicken Curry With Delicata Squash & Kale {Gluten-Free & Paleo}

You guys. I just got back from vacation!

This body got out of the Bay Area and headed to a resort out in Carmel Valley. I spent three glorious days with my husband in celebration of our third wedding anniversary. It  was amazing.

There was a couples massage, breakfast in bed, sun-soaked naps after swims in the saltwater pool, more naps, lots of laughing, cocktails, wine, steak, and creme brule. We didn’t bring a computer. We put our feet in the sand, and our toes in the ocean. We honored our annual tradition of each writing a new set of vows, and reading them to each other someplace beautiful. This year it was on a hilltop that looked out at mountains. Despite it being acrazy and unexpected year, it’s in these moments together that I feel like the luckiest. Spilling the contents of our open hearts and holding hands (maybe with a side of light sobs–because, feelings). Gosh, I love this man of mine. This is getting mushy and wordy. I could write a whole post about this vacation. Maybe I will. You can see a few snaps of our trip on Instagram. […]

Soy & Ginger Crock-Pot Pork Ribs {Gluten-Free, Paleo Option}

Do you ever wander into the grocery store when you’re having a maniacal, carnivorous rampage?

Perhaps you wander over to the meat counter and pick out two very thick, very juicy, very pricey New York Steaks. Surely this is enough meat to quell your suspected protein deficiency. But, no. You glance over at the sale sign. You see full racks of ribs. You grab one and put it in your very full basket of meat. Did I mention that the only reason you meant to come into the store was to get a can of coconut milk? This is why you opted for the basket. One item. No biggie. Now you look down at a heavy basket brimming with steak and ribs (and ground beef, and chicken — I told you, it was a meat-spree). The check out clerk looks at you like you should be ashamed. He’s most likely vegan. The kind of dude that has carrots tattooed on his forearms. You like him. He asks if you’re having a party. You simply say “A party of two”. He gives you a very distinct look, communicating with garish certainty, “you’re going to die”. The only response to this in that moment is a very toothy grin. […]

Zucchini Pasta With Lemon Pesto, Chard & Oven-Roasted Tomatoes {Gluten-Free}

It’s 90 degrees in my backyard and my tomato plants are still busy ripening tomatoes. Sure feels like summer to me.

I know that the days are starting to get shorter, and the mornings are coated with a sleepy-fog that rolls inland from the coast. But by the afternoon the fog burns off and it’s time for shorts and a reapplication of deodorant.

Summer is clinging on. It’s produce is clinging on. Oh, and I’m clinging on. So, until my tomato plants start to shrivel under frosty mornings, and I’ve located the last pretty-looking peach at the farmer’s market, I’m just not done. Pumpkin is coming. I get it. But, let’s enjoy this late summer bounty while we still can. Let’s make pesto and roasted tomatoes and slather all of it over some zucchini noodles. This feels about right. Pumpkin scones can wait a few weeks.  […]

Honey Roasted Apricot Manhattans

If you know me, you know that I love bourbon.

Somewhere along the line it happened. I’m not sure when, but it did. I gave up my teenage affection for hard lemonade, and my Sex And The City-induced Cosmopolitan phase in favor of spicier, boozier, hair-on-my-lady-chest-ier pursuits.

My husband found his love of Bourbon through my father. It became a family affair. If we’re having a cozy evening with my family, there is a more than likely chance that we’re going to be swilling Manhattans with (or as) appetizers. If you’re wondering, this practice goes really well with a game of Cards Against Humanity. It’s only slightly awkward when your Mother (the decidedly least gross, modestly-mannered person in the bunch) pulls out a big win for putting together combinations of cards that would make a sailor blush. Okay, perhaps it’s best that you play at your own risk. You’ve been warned. Mothers can surprise you. […]