Bacon Wrapped Duck with Cranberry Mandarin Orange Sauce
I don’t like Turkey. There, I said it. Gawd. I don’t like turkey meat.
Even if it was cooked well, with the juices basting the meat and leaving it tender, I find that I just don’t feel the same excitement about turkey that has people jumping up and down to make the perfect turkey dinner with side dishes to feed a small neighborhood.
Just a cursory look on my Social Media feeds this week gave me a pretty clear indication that everyone else I know are sticking to the traditional Turkey Dinner and sides food theme, with a gluten-filled pie of either fruit (apple), pumpkin, or pecan, all three of which I am prohibited from inserting into my pie hole.
Needless to say, my pie hole doesn’t get much pie on my special diet.
Since this isn’t a traditional Thanksgiving Day recipe, I decided to hold off trying to create one for the blog by Thanksgiving Day Nov. 24, 2016. Instead, I present to you a roast duck recipe that you can eat any time of the year, for a special occasion, holiday feast, or whenever you get a hankering for roast duck with a nutrient-dense, AIP friendly twist. Continue reading →
Maybe I am becoming nostalgic as time goes on. I miss the days when I walked through the door of our unlocked home in San Jose, CA after walking home from school, and took in the smells of roasting meats and Chinese dumplings wafting through the Spanish-styled home on Goldfield Drive.
Mom hadn’t gone back to work quite yet; she would later take on a job in the accounting department of a large hospital in the area, so for awhile, Mom was the Domestic Engineer that is responsible for the green and white floral wallpaper that still decorates the front hallway of this home today (or least, the time I visited in 2012 and knocked on the door to ask permission to take a look around).
A particularly familiar smell of my wistful childhood memories is Mom’s jars of Chinese-style fermented cabbage and daikon vegetable. She would boil several glass jars, usually recycled dill pickle jars and their lids, and then fill them up with these vegetables after stirring in what looked to me like very little liquid, salt, vinegar, and spices. Using a pair of chopsticks, Mom rotated the chopped vegetables in the marinade over several days, scolding my father to not help himself to them before they were done.
When you’re a child, two weeks feels like forever and a day to wait; sometimes, Mom fermented a jar for almost a month before she began doling pieces out to us with our dinner meal.
My interest in pickling vegetables began this year when I developed a strong reaction to alliums (garlic, onions, shallots, leeks). When I could no longer obtain a source of fermented food like pickles from the grocery store, I realized that I needed to make my own. And of course, I thought about Mom’s pickled vegetables, with their crunch as well as the soothing results of a happy gut. I always remembered how fermented foods helped my gut maintain a healthy balance of gut flora needed to properly digest food.
It was time to call on Mom to see if she could write a recipe for something she had done from scratch without ever measuring a thing.
Recently, an ice cream shop opened in the heart of the city in which I live. Last time I checked, dairy products, fake sugars, emulsifiers, and nuts are still things that turn my tummy inside out and leave me wishing I could die a quick and painless death. Therefore, no trip to the ice cream shop for me.
As for the entire town of Redmond, WA, it seemed they managed to camp out in front of this storefront in a long queue around the block each time the sun climbed in the sky. Even my husband managed to find a time to slip off to Molly Moon’s and grab himself a treat, returning home satisfied while his wife wept in her hands.
Freeze frame. Grr. Can you hear the grinding of my teeth as I smelled his milky breath?
While I did suggest that the next time he went out for ice cream he might ask if I would like some sorbet from a reputable source, I got to thinking that I should create my very own treat and then share that with all of you Hungry Minions out there who struggle with food allergies, intolerances, and autoimmune diseases which limit your choices. We deserve healthy, happy options. Yes we do!
Armed with ice pop molds, essential oil samples from virtual friend Steph Lake, a high speed blender, and simple ingredients, I have created Chocolate Mint Coconut Milk Ice Pops!
I have both, despite eating as much as I possibly can shovel in. Part of this is because I’m a triathlete, and my body’s daily nutritional needs are high. And part of my deficits are because my small intestine gets its own workout when it needs to process and then distribute my medically-restricted diet to the rest of the body. Usually, my finger and toenails show up these deficits in the form of dry, brittle, and ridged nails and occasionally funny-colored nail beds. And my upper body has a tendency to look quite “leaned out” without even lifting weights. Wah wah wah. But it’s a struggle, and I know I am not alone.
Each time I hear someone comment that Celiac Disease and food allergies, with their restrictive diets, make it easier to stay thin, I just want to cringe. The idea that CD and gluten free eating with food allergies could ever be construed as the new fad diet or an eating disorder reminds me how much misinformation floats about the Internets. By now, most of us should know that eating gluten-free, in and of itself, is no guarantee of magical weight loss. Gluten free eating that is not paired with sensible macro and micro nutrient balance can be nutrient poor even if it is calorically enhanced.
Nutrition for the person with Celiac Disease and food allergies and intolerances is focused on a formula of nutrition first, flavor and texture second (so you’re more likely to keep up with it), and easy to source and prepare the foods (to defy the lazy factor) third. With all that, I try to keep the making of food FUN FUN FUN, because I completely understand that if it isn’t fun, you and I are going to be hungry. And when we’re hungry, we’re less likely to make good decisions that keep us healthy.
Case in point: at the end of the 2015 Mt. Si 59 mile Relay race, I was so hungry, I ate a fruit roll up that was available at the finish line. I saw that it had high fructose corn syrup in it, which is a no-no food for me. Yet, I was so hungry, I stuffed two of those fruit roll ups in my mouth, hoping for the best. This is as real as it gets. I was so hungry, I was willing to risk my guts falling apart.
There has got to be something better! Something easy. Something tasty, And something nutritious. And I think I found one solution: a post-workout, or post-meal beverage that is gluten free, soy free, dairy free, vegan, nut free, and can be made sugar free, if you like.
What is this beverage, you might ask? Dairy free cacao powder milk, that’s what! Continue reading →
Ever since I ate a gluten free pizza in a restaurant ( since rebranded, “gluten friendly”) and landed in the hospital, I have understandably been reticent to eat another gluten free pizza outside of the one I mix, roll, top, and bake at home under my watchful eye. Even with medical insurance coverage, my total out-of-pocket expenses from start to finish, including vomiting and diarrhea, low blood pressure, electrolyte imbalance, and six weeks of brain fog, fatigue, Leaky Gut Syndrome, low appetite, weight loss, muscle weakness, joint inflammation and rashes, and medication added up to nearly six thousand dollars.
That’s one expensive gluten-free pizza, don’t you think?
That’s not to say I didn’t eventually put my big-girl panties on and head back to the scene of the crime, confront my fears, and try again*. It took over a year, but I did go back, if but to embed in my brain what I think a gluten-free pizza should taste and feel like, only without cheese, emulsifiers, alliums, gluten, or corn. In that reconnaissance mission, I was taking notes for the future gluten pizza I would someday create.
Then I bade that crusty outer layer of bread farewell, and moved on. Let’s just say, I might have walked out the door while flipping the middle finger. It was the last good-bye.
When I think of pizza, I think of a thin crust with uniform edges, chewy in texture, with a mixture of crunchiness on the very edges and a slightly spongy softness that allows you to embed sauce and toppings in such a way that if you were turn a wedge of it upside down, very little of the toppings, if any at all, should rain onto your plate.
The agony and the ecstasy of gluten free pizza crust is the dry-flour crumble factor versus the chewiness of dough when you add an emulsifier. For people like myself, and perhaps the majority of the Hungry Minions looking for gluten free pizza because of a medically-restricted diet, an emulsifier just isn’t going to work. The most common one, xanthan gum, which is often added to commercially pre-prepared gluten-free pizza crust mixes, is commonly sourced with corn. And if I didn’t mention it to you before, you should know that many people who aren’t directly allergic to corn, but are food sensitive and suffering from Leaky Gut Syndrome, are going to struggle with a Grumpy Tummy when they ingest xanthan gum.
What if I were to tell you that I believe I’ve stumbled across the solution: an emulsifier-free gluten free pizza crust that you can top with your favorite ingredients, and can be made egg free if you wish?
Some years back, I reproduced a hummus recipe that was given to me by a person I once dated. He was a “foodie” – one of those men who took the time to know what was in his food, portion everything down to exactly how many crackers should be on plate with your spoonfuls of spread, and source his food from local farmer’s markets.
We both enjoyed hummus because it was that protein rich, easy-to-make food that is a staple of Mediterranean and Middle Eastern meals. When I was able to eat as a vegetarian, hummus and pita were weekly staples.
Well, his hummus recipe lasted longer than our dating life. Then I developed food allergies, and then Celiac Disease. On top of that, a recent diagnosis of an allium intolerance (low allergic response),and my long-standing intolerance to legumes such as soybean and chickpeas made me say good-bye formally to hummus, and I began snacking on brown rice crackers with a whole lot of ‘nuthin on them.
I know; boring boring BORING. Oh so horribly boring. I started fantasizing.
I fondly recall the amount of garlic this recipe called for: it easily had an entire compound bulb and two and half cans of drained chickpeas. My bellydance teacher at the time, a woman of Lebanese-Syrian background, complimented my hummus and asked for the recipe. I didn’t care that this hummus left me with breath that could kill someone standing on the other side of the room. It was delicious.
But if you have an allium allergy, how on earth do you get that pungent flavor that is at once strong, mellow, and sweet? And if you can’t have chickpeas or soybean, what options are left for a base?
Oh hungry Minions, my gut’s army of hungry hamsters calling out to be well fed with flavorful food has been working on an answer for you! There are limits to the magic*, but for a large contingent of you, you’ll find this allium-free and legume-free cauliflower hummus a tasty solution, and a fantastic pairing with vegetables, gluten-free pasta served cold (like a mac and cheese, but without the cheese), and gluten free brown rice crackers.
If you missed the earlier recipe, like the last scene in the movie, Titanic, all I can say is, “Come back! Come back!” Yes, come back here after you’re dived headfirst into a serving of this custard dessert. You won’t be disappointed. I made one jelly jar full with a little beet juice added, and it turned a pleasant pink color, perfect for Valentine’s Day.
This dessert pairing is guaranteed to leave any gluten and dairy-eating guests salivating over your dessert dish, and wondering why they no longer get to gloat.