I don’t know why I love this recipe so much (aside from the fact that it’s simple and healthy). Perhaps because it just plain tastes good; that and banana bread is imprinted as a positive memory from childhood. Even a day-old and room-temperature it’s fantastic. It’s one of the few breads that stands on its own merit, but we all know a slathering of peanut or cashew butter knocks it out of the park.
Unlike those antiquated recipes from the 70’s, this one is fully modern and ready to service your taste buds and your body. The former staple known as white flour has been replaced by my hero, almond flour (or meal), imbuing this recipe with Paleo flair. And since super-ripe bananas are plenty sweet, there’s no need for additional sugar. If you’re in the process of adjusting to less sugar, this may not taste sweet enough to you. Give it time, your palate will adjust. My prediction is, this will become one of your favorite sweet treats. And one your body won’t have to recover from. What a deal!
PS – How good is this recipe? Can you see my dog Sophia in this photo, trailing me around the house as I conduct my photo shoot?
I think Life was trying to tell me something when I had an epiphany about sugar-free maple syrup last week and then had a serendipitous encounter with one of the best maple syrup facilities in the state. The epiphany: I don’t enjoy eating sugar-free maple syrup and no longer want to do it. And I definitely find the list of ingredients unappealing.
Natural, Delicious, Golden-Glory
For years, I’ve been ignoring the voice that’s been seeking my attention, the one that lets me know she’s unhappy and wants things to be different. I know the syrup debate seems small on the surface, but it’s a microcosm of the macro: denying myself pleasure. It’s the chess game I play daily, corralling the binge-eater inside me who doesn’t want any rules, making her sit at the table with the more rational side of me while we negotiate a plan that doesn’t feel like a diet, includes good-tasting foods, covers some nutritional bases, while also ensuring I don’t eat past the point of fullness into a food-coma (America’s No. 1 form of escapism). Sometimes without knowing it, I can veer too far in one direction and dismiss the ‘I’m unhappy’ signals as the binge-eater wanting to be indulged. I gave it much thought with the maple syrup and realized this is not the case. I simply enjoy the aroma, flavor, and texture of real maple syrup and detest that of sugar-free. It’s my truth. And furthermore…I tend to embrace that which comes from the #earth as a beneficial friend to the body, not a foe. So I decided it was time. Time to let the real back into my life.
The flavor and enjoyment are incomparable.
This doesn’t align with many of the low-sugar philosophies out there and by no means am I getting back on the white stuff. But when I want a pancake, or a waffle, or some sweetness in my oatmeal, this is what I’m using. And when I’m baking or making homemade chocolate, I’ll be using raw honey. Both have nutritional properties. Both taste delicious. And I’m choosing to take back some pleasure and enjoy it. In moderation. Just wanted to share that. It’s my truth and I hope it helps. There’s no greater gift than being true to yourself. It’s the ultimate #kindness. Meeting adjourned.
The happiness that comes from allowing without judgement.
Cauliflower is the star, which means no gluten-hangover!
When I first heard of this trend I was skeptical. How could it possibly possess the crispness of a pizza crust, let alone taste good? The secret lies in the addition of generous amounts of shredded cheese, which, when heated properly, melds the minced cauliflower into an aromatic, delicious, and crispy crust.
Forgive me for being a wet blanket, but even when using a cauliflower crust, the pizza won’t be necessarily low-calorie. The crust is already chock full of cheese and most people count it as one of their favorite toppings. Back in my eating days, my regular phone calls to Dominos always included an ‘extra cheese’ admonition, in addition to the other salty goods such as sausage, pepperoni, olives, and meatballs.
The beauty of this cleaner, more nutritionally dense pizza crust is, you can make it as low-key or decadent an affair as you’d like. I’m a huge fan of Mediterranean vegetables so I tend to load mine with olives, olive tapenade (recipe in my first cookbook Clean Comfort), roasted peppers, caramelized onions, and lots of fresh oregano. If you’re feeling carnivorous or vegetarian, adjust your topping list accordingly.
The balanced adult has traded olive tapenade for the binge-eater’s fluorescent-orange pepperoni discs
Like a lot of cleaned up versions of classic comfort foods, there’s some effort involved with this. Effort that I’ll gladly expend because of how much better (and infinitely more energetic) I feel after eating this. Ah, the days of lying half-awake on the couch in front of the TV after devouring an entire takeout pizza…how I don’t miss them.
Give me the sweet taste of freedom…ANYDAY!
Like me, this Paleo, kind-of-keto dessert doesn’t fit into a category. It’s gluten-free and cow-dairy-free to be sure, but I’m not sure it’s entirely Keto or Paleo because of the sugar it contains, minimal as it is. Sometimes a sweetness compromise is necessary because I’m not a major fan of Stevia, though I’ve tried and TRIED to like it. This refreshing dessert has a richness-from-within quality. It’s warm, comforting, and contains a generous amount of fat. You really don’t need to top it with anything, though Chef Bill admits to spritzing it with a bit of canned whipped cream. And the dessert can easily be made kosher for Passover by using margarine or coconut oil instead of the butter.
The deliciously tart foundation…
What a wild ride it’s been. As these photos illustrate, I like food. Who doesn’t? Did I like it more than the average kid? Who knows. It could have been a molotov cocktail of genetics and being born at a time when the fast food age was dawning. Unearthing the origins aren’t as important as what happened: hardcore dieting by age 10. Followed by an infinity wheel of hell that spun me into vertigo. For the next 35 years it would be either deprivation and gluttony. Nothing in the middle.
And there was nothing out there powerful enough to make it stop.
You’d think the pain of being bullied at school would have been enough. Or having to sneak into the boy’s department of Sears to buy my clothes. Or gaining back 100 pounds after uncountable consecutive Weight Watcher meetings. Or stepping on the scale and buckling with shock as I look down and see the red arrow point to 305.
You would think one of these would sufficiently entice reformation.
But the truth is, there’s not enough motivation in the world, negative or positive, to change the behavioral blueprint of someone who targets food with the determination of a missile seeking the nearest heated object.
What do we do with that primal desire implanted in all of us to seek pleasure and avoid pain? Mother Nature’s most foolproof survival skill has become an Achilles heel in the age of instant gratification, whether it’s credit cards, cocaine, or crème de menthe brownies.