My favorite way to do this coleslaw is as PINK Coleslaw. You can leave out the purple and red veggies and simply get a coleslaw, but this is prettier. Europeans are not inclined to dumping mayo in their cabbage and I found that although I despised coleslaw growing up in the USA, I found I
Originally published March 2020 · Updated to reflect current practices and understanding This post is part of an ongoing clean living series documenting what actually held up in our home from 2020 onward. In 2020, like many people, I was cleaning more than usual. What I didn’t fully understand at the time was how much
I have a green smoothie every day. I found I wasn’t able to eat greens without pain for a few months and full carnivore was too hard for me so I started making up green juice that I could freeze for the week so I wasn’t using precious kids homework time to make a complicated
Just in time for St. Patrick’s Day! What could be better than a Guinness? Well, when you’re keto, maybe a slice of keto chocolate stout cake. This cake was first introduced to me in Scotland and served up by a lanky Swedish man. I’m fairly certain the originator of the recipe was Nigella Lawson; at
Originally published March 2020 · Restored + updated 2026 Editor’s note (2026): I wrote the first version of this in 2020 when I was waking up to how much “clean living” marketing is basically performance art. Some brands and details have changed since then. The framework hasn’t: reduce high-exposure inputs first, keep it calm, and
So… here we are. I’ve officially fallen down the clean-living rabbit hole — and honestly? I didn’t jump. I face-planted right in. If you’ve been following my saga of food sensitivities, autoimmune weirdness, ER visits, and “why does everything burn my face?” moments, this probably won’t surprise you. But something shifted these past few weeks,
Hey friends, let’s talk melasma… and the mustache-that-wasn’t. So, here’s the truth: When my melasma first showed up, it did not gently announce itself. Nope. It marched right across my upper lip like a hormonal little soldier and gave me the appearance of a pubescent teenage boy mustache. Even waxed. Even freshly exfoliated. Even prayed
Alright my friends. This is a recipe that I have posted before but it has undergone a subtle but very important change. If I’m honest I was literally terrified to post it at first because I have imagined in my loopy introverted world that someone might steal my idea. Okay… forgive me please as I
Folks it has been far too long. And in truth I wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to revive this blog, or myself in terms of creating and sharing my favorite foods and creations. As I like to write in ‘bites’ I will give a brief summary of my time of absence.