Almost Vegan Peanut Butter Ice Cream — this dairy-free peanut butter ice cream is rich, creamy, scoopable right from the freezer and just three ingredients that you probably already have on hand. It’s the thing non-dairy ice cream recipe dreams are made of. It’s the night before the Presidential Election Of All Presidential Elections. The health of our nation, in so many more ways than one, is on the line in a big way, and I am craving a respite from all the questions that never should have been raised over the past four years. Science? No, friends. Science. Equality? … Read More
Chile-Lime Watermelon Paletas (vegan + paleoish/gf)
A couple weekends ago, Chris and I were holed up in a Truckee hotel for a night during one of his mountain bike races. He was in the bathroom tending to one of his “it’s cool, I think a butterfly bandage should hold it together” injuries (ew) while I distracted myself with Food Network in the bedroom. Because that’s what married people do in swanky euro-mod hotel rooms. First aid and cable. Anyway. Diners, Drive-Ins and Dives was on, of course (is it not always?), and exclamations like BANGARANG and BOOYAH and TAKE ME TO FLAVORTOWN were shooting out of … Read More
Cheesy Sweet Potato Waffles w/ Sour Cream & Maple
There are weeks where you feel like you just suck at life. And I’m having one. In a big, fat, cure-me-with-carbs kinda way. So let’s talk waffles. I like waffles. They taste good. They make my insides feel good. And the they’re a guilty pleasure for my OCD side. I maybe eat my waffles along the gridlines. WHAT. I’m not going to insist that these waffles are life changing, but I will tell you that the more I use the word waffles in this post, the better I feel. Try it for yourself. I mean, you don’t have to type … Read More
Farro Salad with Roasted Fennel & Grapefruit
It’s been a big week, I’ll have you know. This Sunday, I ran my first half-marathon — the US Half in gorgeous SF. Then proceeded to catch me a nasty head cold — again. And today, I heard my first Christmas song. Mariah Carey, Christmas (Baby Please Come Home), if you’re curious. And yes, there was a moment where the sheer Christmas cheer was cut cleanly in half by a brilliant stroke of panic that I blacked out Thanksgiving. You never know. That tryptophan is really crippling. Gladly, the half-marathon wasn’t so bad (we had a great cheering section), the … Read More