Gluten-Free Recipe Love- Be My Valentine




Celebrate love Gluten-Free Goddess style.



Be My Valentine, Sugar.


I've said it before. Chocolate is love. And any excuse to celebrate love (or chocolate) is high on my priority list. 

Here are some of my hand-picked favorite gluten-free chocolate recipes for Valentine's Day- or Galentine's Day- BFF Day- or any darn day you feel like celebrating love.

Which, in my corner of the world, ought to be every day.


Cacao! conquers all.



Kisses,

Karina


Gluten-Free Super Bowl Recipes

Fried zucchini chips- gluten-free


Gluten-Free Super Bowl Recipes


Game Day is here.

Let's rustle up some grub. Gluten-free.

Here's some ideas and recipes to inspire you crazy kids. 

Party on. 

Play nice. 

Karina

xox


Quinoa Salad with Roasted Beets, Chick Peas and Orange

Gluten-Free Goddess quinoa salad with roasted beets chick peas and oranges
Fresh, bright quinoa salad with oranges and roasted beets.

Roasted Beets + Quinoa are a super yum match. Trust me.


February second. We survived January, Darling. Happy Groundhog Day to you. Happy Imbolc. The dwindling of winter is at last within reach- no matter what Punxatawny Phil predicts. Six weeks is doable. After all, there is chocolate. Irish Soda Bread. And soul warming soup. And our hope-fueled New Year betterments are still on track (right?).

If not, the year is young. Tomorrow is a fresh start. To celebrate, let's throw a party. My contribution?

A gluten-free vegan salad that is perfect for parties.

Because throwing a party is a tad more complicated than it used to be.

There are vegans to accommodate. And newly gluten-free friends and neighbors to feed. And let's face it. Everyone is a wee bit bored by those layered taco bean dips and pork sliders. Gooey meat and cheese is so predictable. Pizza dips are so frat house.

Why not go fresh and breezy instead?

Be good to your body.

Karina

xox

Gluten-Free Turkey Meatloaf with Pecan Crust

Gluten-Free Turkey Meatloaf with Sundried Tomatoes and Pecan Crust


From the archives- A Turn Toward the New.


The morning was cool and bright. It was going to be one of those quintessential Cape Cod autumn days. A day tourists swoon over. Worthy of a post card with The weather is sublime- wish you were here scrawled in black gel cursive between sips of a Hot Chocolate Sparrow latte. The sky was a cake bowl of cobalt blue with that particular pink edge to it that only painters notice, the blush that softened the tree line at the north end of the West Barnstable marsh gentling the heavy greens of the pines and oaks into a bluish, almost violet gray.

She brushed her teeth with fennel toothpaste and spit into the low slung sink, pausing to breathe. A long inhale to slow her heart. The cottage was pin drop quiet. The boys had climbed the rubber lined steps into the school bus hours ago, peanut butter and honey sandwiches bagged, milk money in their pockets. She had waved from the street and watched them navigate the bus aisle in shadow, avoiding her maternal gaze, not turning to wave back. Too risky, she understood.

The walk back up the curve of road to the rental she had found last spring felt different this morning. Not because of the air and its September clarity that sharpened the asters and the Queen Anne's Lace with impossible precision- though she felt a kinship with the acute focus the turning of the seasons always brings. That sense of realignment, a perennial return to purpose. Ironically, she always felt as if fall was the season of new beginnings. Not spring.

Fall was the season she woke up, as if from a dream.


Today was the first day of a plein air painting workshop. A post-divorce return to premarital roots, when she painted for the love of it- not the pragmatic bill-paying need of it. Painting for an income (however necessary it may be) is dangerous business. Courting the marketplace changes your work. A self consciousness slithers in and infiltrates your choices. The observer becomes observed. Judged. Rewarded for meeting expectations.

She had always been more than willing to please. To notice the cues and needs of others. It was more than habit. It was ingrained in her bones. She had an uncanny knack for it. And she hated it about herself. She hated her automatic willingness to anticipate and acquiesce. Sometimes she would hear her own words hang in the air and for a quantum, split second wonder who had just spoken. There were entire days lost to living outside herself, hovering above her left shoulder, just beyond reach.

Stepping into the tiny sunlit kitchen she stood still for a moment, tempted by the cluttered breakfast table. The sticky bowls and spoons. The allure of distraction. The comfort of routine. But it didn't take. She snatched her car keys off a hook and grabbed a canvas bag of painting gear by the door, turned the knob with her free hand and opened it wide. Three minutes later she made a right at the empty bus stop, and accelerated east down Old King's Highway.

To be continued...



Orange Creme Cupcakes

Gluten-Free Goddess Orange Creme Cupcakes - Vegan + Dairy-Free #glutenfree



Fresh. Vegan. Gluten-free. Cupcakes!


On my To-Do List for nearly forever has been creating a gluten-free vegan recipe for my favorite childhood birthday treat- a fresh tasting and fragrant orange cake with orange creme frosting. So I decided to experiment with making cupcakes. 

You know. Strictly for taste testing. Research. And well.

Orange creme cupcakes just sounded refreshing.

Sunny and sweet.

Like a Creamsicle.

I had such a good time in the kitchen making these sweet little gems. In fact, I'll be working on more recipes for vegan cupcakes in the near future, including basic vanilla cupcakes, and a few other tasty flavor combos. Now that I know how easy it is to bake delicious gluten-free vegan cupcakes, the sky's the limit.

Bake on, Lovelies.

Karina
xox


Easy Chicken Chili with Sweet Potato + Lime



Easy Chicken Chili Time


Or in other words- this is the Football Season May Officially Be Over, Babycakes (I'm from Massachusetts, so. TOM BRADY #12 #GOAT) but Chili Season is Definitely Not Over post.

So even after watching every episode of Friday Night Lights, football retains a certain mystery to yours truly. A few things I know. Tight ends tighten. Running backs are amazing athletes. Quarterbacks have eagle eyes (and other fine qualities). And special teams kickers pray to the football gods when called in for a tie breaker with 6 seconds to spare in the final quarter. 

Do I sound like I know what I am talking about? I don't. At least, not in depth. I just overheard some manly sporty banter over gluten-free tuna melts. To which I smiled politely. And reached for a pickle.

Back fields in motion. Quarterback interference. Off sides. Snap. Blitz. I love the lingo. It's a language alluringly foreign to me. Like, say, algebra. Or for some, postmodern neo abstract expressionism. Visual chaos executed in angles and arcs and bursts of focus, drive and energy.

Thing is, I get the practiced dance of propulsion. Designing motion from multiple points of view. I get it. In my bones. This is my territory. You're talkin' my language. Value verses tone. Light bumping up against dark. Sharp contrast dissolving into blur. And I appreciate the power of practice, focus, and intention. Negative space divided by a perfect spiral.
Think of the interplay of icing thick paint and oceanic viscosity.  The quickening beauty of a layered surface, vibrating with complementary colors. Transparency and opacity. Cool against warm. Unprimed and primed. Lost and found edges. The seduction of action's evidence. The painter's hand. Rugged tooth and clean, smooth paper.

Though it's not all yin yang, a wrestle of opposites. 

As in football- and life- painting is a locus of expression, sometimes true and authentic, and sometimes disappointingly off the mark. Like a short field goal. Or an incomplete pass. We try. We sometimes miss. But what matters is- we make the effort. And that is all we can do. We kick the ball. We brush wet paint. We string words into a lyric. We stitch a quilt. We photograph a child's curiosity.

We make chili.

And sometimes?

We get a winner.

And if not?

Tomorrow is another day.

Karina
xox





Gluten-Free English Muffins Recipe

Lovely gluten free English muffins with nooks and crannies

Tea Worthy English Muffins


After four valiant attempts we finally have a gluten-free English muffin we can toast with pride. An English muffin worthy of Sunday jam. Worthy of artisan organic peanut butter. A slather of mashed avocado. Or cream cheese and chives. And yes. Breakfast in bed. 


These warm and golden delectables are too crispy-tender good to munch running to the bus stop or strapped in your car, cataloguing the priority of your daily tasks. 

These muffins deserve a proper plate. 


A mug of frothy chai. 

Your Sunday morning playlist.

I'm not sure why a simple English muffin is so tricky to recreate gluten-free (and in this case, also vegan- no milk and eggs to help the stubborn gluten-free flours fluff and rise). I thought it would be a snap. So I perused Alton Brown's recipes for inspiration. Using Alton's basic template the first batch turned out very dense, with no rise and no crunchy edges- though the dough looked promising (pictured above, rising). Dense was not a quality I wanted in my muffin. So I tried again, this time using my own original Gluten-Free Bread recipe as a template (I'm loving the combo of sorghum, potato starch and millet as a flour base for yeasted breads these days). The result was better- but still not quite there.

After a third attempt I realised that the issue might be moisture. I was creating a dough that resembled wheat dough, and I could shape it a bit and pat it into the English muffin rings, but the result was heavy and more resembled a gluten-free hockey puck.


The fourth try was the charm (sometimes perseverance pays off). I added more warm water to the dough (than seemed wise), until it was more of a thick cake batter than a stretchy playful dough.


And sweet bi-locating John from Cincinnatti! It worked.


Karina
xox


Karina's Detox Soup Recipe with Coconut Milk

Gluten free creamy detox soup made with coconut milk is vegan and dairy free delicious


Giving our body a break.


It's hard not to feel anxious these days. So much barking and finger pointing and chest thumping. So much posing and strutting. Not to mention mean spiritedness, and grinding, voracious greed. It's mighty tough for a sensitive soul (prone to itchy bouts of worry) to cope with all the mishegas and mayhem of our overheated plugged-in 24/7 culture. 

Finding a little grace and respite amidst the noise can be hard.

That is why I am sharing another favorite soup recipe. Just in case there is a kindred spirit out there in need of a bowl of creamy veggie comfort. A gluten-free dairy-free vegan detox soup worthy of Peter Rabbit's sneaky excursions into Mr. McGregor's garden (that mischievous little rabbit- or as we like to say in my house... BUNNY!- close to my own greens adoring heart).

Bunnies aren't known for twerking on YouTube, or tweeting out criticism with all caps, or bullying, or, in general, wreaking any kind of true havoc. Unless you count Peter's root vegetable stealing. Or (my sons' childhood favorite) mischievous Max and his devouring love of chocolate chickens (have you read the Max books?).

Bunnies are (ostensibly, anyway) devoted to a milder temperament. And qualities like extreme cuteness. Shyness. And dare I say, gentleness. Traits easily trampled in our thundering, gun worshipping, zombie killing 3-D pyrotechnics fed culture.

So it seemed only fitting I cook up a batch of bunny loving vegan soup today as fresh and non-toxic as could be.

Creamy, green, good-for-you soul food. And body food.

Ask any bunny.

Karina
xox

Vegetarian Shepherd's Pie

vegetarian shepherd's pie


Mashed Potato Crust Love.


Why I've been craving mashed potatoes lately, I don't know. All I can think about is a mound of soft creamy mashed potatoes and oven baked veggies. Serious comfort food in the form of a baked shepherd's pie. Only my version is less shepherd, more gardener- totally vegan and brimming with fresh vegetables. Forget the meat. You won't miss it. And forget the lentils (so 1970's).

This shepherd's pie is generous potato topped comfort food- with a dash of spices and New Mexico inspired flavor.

Bland is so, well, yesterday.

Karina
xox


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Gluten-Free Fudgy Brownie Cupcakes

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