Well, friends, I thought I had written my last GAPS post, but I find that my healing journey did not end with deciding to “quit GAPS”. Shucks. After writing that last post in October, I did some serious thinking about what I needed from a diet. My 6 months on GAPS had certainly taught me . . .

 

I’m not sentimental, I’m not really into resolutions, and I get grumpy if I stay up late. So it surprises me to find myself looking forward to New Year’s Eve. I enjoy the prospect of a fresh year before me, with all of its joys and messes yet to be lived out. And, along those . . .

 

The Sweetie Pie and I met in a place not unfamiliar to budding romance. We were students attending a small art college in downtown Savannah, Georgia. But like most people of that age and stage of life, we found our surroundings boring, common, and mundane. “Psh,” we’d scorn. “That mushy stuff’s just for the tourists.” . . .

 

Once the weather turns fall-ish, my family starts craving tomato soup. The first tomato soup of the season is a big deal in our house and I can remember each of the recipes I’ve made in the years past. They were all delicious; I’m not sure I’ve ever had a bad tomato soup. Actually, scratch . . .

 

Step one to figuring out how to gather my family back to the table: choose an evening. I confess, this almost ended Family Table Night before it ever got started. I thought about it for days (days, people!) before I had a profound revelation. Family Table Night does not have to be on the same . . .

 

With fall weather creeping in a little more every day, I decided it was time to cut the green tomatoes in the garden. I cut the smaller green tomatoes and leave the large ones hoping that they’ll ripen in the next week or two. And then, what to do with all the cut green tomatoes?? . . .

 

I confess that our family does love a good casserole, and this one was no exception. The kiddos the Sweetie Pie husband all agreed that it was delicious, and I’m thrilled to have two more in the freezer! It seems like a pretty predictable casserole recipe, but the cream sauce is homemade, not from a . . .

 

This dish was tasty, and it was super-easy to prepare. That makes it a real winner in my book. Everyone in the family enjoyed it, but the Bean, who adores meat, was especially thrilled. The leftovers provided allergen-friendly meals for me the rest of the week. I made just a few adaptations to the recipe, . . .

 

I used to make quiche with real, homemade pie crust quite frequently. And my Sweetie Pie husband loved it. In his mind, the losses associated with a growing family go something like this: 1. weekends spent rock climbing2. quiche with homemade pie crust In the past few years he has become quite a connoisseur of . . .

 

Remember that sauce we made last week? You know, the one that I insisted we start with as we cook through Fix, Freeze, Feast? Well, here’s where you get to be glad that you have all those bags of red sauce in the freezer. My family (and the family we shared with) were delighted with . . .