One-Pan Crispy Chicken Legs & Brussels Sprouts {Gluten-Free & Paleo}

Brussels sprouts, oh how I love thee. It’s taken us a long time to get here, but I’m so glad we did.
When I was a kid, I was fairly certain Brussels sprouts were evil. These were clearly tiny cabbages made of nightmares, sent here to earth by aliens  in order to slowly poison us humans (I’ve always has a slight flare for the dramatic). It’s not that my parents were forcing me to eat them. Quite the contrary. We never ate sprouts at home, ever. I think my parents were also skeptical that these lil’ veggies weren’t indeed just the devil neatly disguised in a tiny cabbage suit. If my mom (the Lima Bean Pusher) was skeptical of a vegetable, I was pretty sure it must be  heinous. The only time I had fully experienced the Brussels sprout was through a friend. I was staying the night at friends house, and her mother insisted I eat my vegetables before I left the table. I thought, sure. Fine. I love veggies. This should be no big deal. And, then it happened. A slotted spoon emerged from a pot of lightly stained green liquid. A mushy pile of lifeless sprouts made a sad little mountain on my plate. These sprouts were boiled to disaster. They were bitter and mushy. I had entered into my own nightmare, and the only way out was with hasty large bites and a lot of water. Awful.  […]

Killer Pumpkin Granola {Gluten-Free & Vegan }

Alright, it’s official. I’ve got a fever and the only prescription is more pumpkin.
I’ve caught a case of the pumpkins. It’s not hard to do. Have you been on pinterest lately? It’s like taking a visual pumpkin bath. I dipped my toe in. It was warm. Now I’ve taken off my pants and  am sitting in a full-on metaphorical bath of pumpkin puree and cinnamon sticks. I’m even thinking about turning on the jets and staying for a while (that visual might have gotten out of hand).  Seriously though, try not to crave something with cinnamon in it after trolling pinterest. Dare you. Also, just so we’re clear (and I don’t get a bunch of weird emails later) I’m only METAPHORICALLY bathing in pumpkin puree. I DO NOT in any way literally suggest you fill up your entire tub with a festive fall squash and then bathe in it. Unless that’s your thing. Who am I to rain on anyone’s pumpkin parade?! We all celebrate seasons differently. Press on, dear friends! But seriously, consider the clean up. That’s one heck of a mess. […]

Pain Relieving Turmeric Juice | Juicing For Pain Relief

So, I did a really super grown-up thing a week ago. Wait for it… I bought a mattress.
That’s right. I put on my adult pants, saddled up to the furniture store (let’s call it Schmacy’s) with my husband, complained about the backache being caused by my present concave sleeping slab, and was ordered to test out lots of mattress models. Firm. Soft. Pillow Top. Temperpedic. Tempertop. PillowTempertop. Firmapedic. I might have made some of those things up, but there were a lot of mattresses.  Finally we found the one. The clue was that I literally fell asleep in the store. It’s weird to wake up in a department store, people. Real weird.
I suspect you know this is going down the wrong path, right? How is this going to tie into juicing for pain relief? Bare with me…
We order the mattress and I count down the days to delivery. Finally, it arrives! My sweet firm mattress with a luxurious pillow top!! Oh boy! I climb in. It feels like I am laying on a plank of distressed wood. What?! This is not the same mattress! Dangit, Schmacy’s! Since they have already hauled away my previous concave sleeping slab, I suck it up and sleep on this new torture device. I wonder if it’s just a matter of breaking it in. Nope. The next day I found myself at the doctors office in a full on back, neck and shoulder spasm. Can we just talk about the awkward look on my doctors face when I told her I got beat up by a mattress? Awkward.  […]

Roasted Eggplant & Basil Spread

Every now and then I find myself in a stalemate with a veggie (this week it was an eggplant). We pause, we lock eyes… we just kind of stare at each other. I grumble and look quizzically at it as if it’s going to speak to me. It’s as if I am Michelangelo and this vegetable is my marble. Maybe it will tell me what it wants to be. Nope. It’s not talking. We’ve got ourselves a strong and silent type.  At this point I get all ponderous and morose over why I decided to purchase an eggplant in the first place. I consider letting it live out its final days on the counter top right next to my sad little banana graveyard, but just don’t feel right about it. Plus, let’s be honest…. I’m hungry. Life is hard. […]