tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61698071790835613872025-08-25T04:40:19.138-04:00Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10158493695934684792noreply@blogger.comBlogger138125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169807179083561387.post-72318575371629440982015-12-04T16:36:00.000-05:002015-12-04T16:36:52.627-05:00

You say hangover, I say broccoli cheddar soup bread bowl.  Or, I did say. In college, (pre-Celiac diagnosis), my go-to for nursing a rough but probably well-deserved hangover was a Panera bread bowl filled to the carby brim with broccoli cheddar soup.  That's right. A bowl of gluten, filled with gluten. I am so, so sorry, body. I just had no idea.  :( These days, I

Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10158493695934684792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169807179083561387.post-30575842045040406382015-11-23T20:04:00.000-05:002015-11-23T20:09:26.271-05:00

These potatoes. They're uh, not good for you.  But what they lack in nutrition they make up for in sweet, nutty streusel topping. And BELIEVE YOU ME THEY ARE WORTH IT. I've been eating them for as many Thanksgivings as I've had the ability to form memories, and I'm still here. I also plan to eat them for every future Thanksgiving forever and ever AMEN.  I tried to secure

Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10158493695934684792noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169807179083561387.post-31560482066749770312015-09-03T23:14:00.000-04:002015-09-03T23:14:53.149-04:00

There's nothing quite like eating a REAL lunch to make you feel like you actually have your shit together.  Not knocking the string-cheese quesadilla or an almond-butter & fluff sandwich, of course. They just feel a bit, ehm, desperate. As in I desperately need to go food shopping and reacquaint myself with actual foods that grow out of the earth. (HELLO VEGETABLES WHAT R U.)

Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10158493695934684792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169807179083561387.post-36089632512335489382015-05-07T23:12:00.002-04:002015-05-08T00:19:31.846-04:00

When Kyra (this Kyra!) sent me this recipe I immediately panicked and scanned the ingredients for obscure flours, gums, meals, etc. 'Oh great', I thought. This girl romps around on Food Network and bakes fricking gluten free cinnamon rolls for a living. There's no WAY she's going to make this easy on me. But. But! There it was. Just one flour: almond flour. Could almond

Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10158493695934684792noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169807179083561387.post-19160292388215902692015-04-03T11:14:00.001-04:002015-04-03T11:14:16.977-04:00

Man oh man this recipe sounds fussy, doesn't it? Spoiler alert, IT'S NOT. Maybe, just between us, we can call them 'FLUFFY ASS P-CAKES' instead? There. Approachable.  Besides, most challenging part of brunch at home isn't the food. It's climbing out of your cozy bed and shuffling into the kitchen. Made even more difficult when there's a giant, warm furry body curled up next to

Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10158493695934684792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169807179083561387.post-52432808511997506802015-03-25T19:02:00.000-04:002015-03-25T19:02:16.344-04:00

Okay how clever is 'chickpizza'?? (I can say that because I didn't come up with it.) Should I trademark it? Is that even the right term? Do I have to give Eric credit or can I pretend I dreamt it up? After all, 'chickpea pizza' is kind of a mouthful... Here's the origin: Eric (@ephonehome) edits all of my blog pics because he is an angel and I am lazy. Usually

Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10158493695934684792noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169807179083561387.post-52732595812683888712015-03-09T21:29:00.001-04:002015-03-09T21:29:41.329-04:00

I think I went three years without buying chicken breasts. Chicken thighs? Delish. Dark meat. Bring it. Whole chicken for roasting? Even better. Extra crispy skin. Chicken breasts? No. Nope. Don't want to think about them, eat them, or figure out why people buy 'em.  UNTIL THIS CHICKEN PICCATA. I finally learned how I like chicken breasts: practically fried, sopping up a garlicky

Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10158493695934684792noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169807179083561387.post-62978630493693138242015-02-11T19:58:00.001-05:002015-02-11T19:58:32.257-05:00

Every time I try to make poached eggs at home I remember why I don't make poached eggs at home.  Like, it's fine, I'm not that hungry or anything - it's totally cool that 3/4 of my egg floated off into whispy oblivion.  JK NOT FINE AT ALL. Especially since making eggs means I've already been hungry for at least 2.5 hours, and have since transitioned into the hangry phase. (hungry +

Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10158493695934684792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169807179083561387.post-35375144872563331912015-01-18T10:37:00.000-05:002015-01-18T10:52:20.825-05:00

IT'S A BOOK TOUR YA'LL.  ...yelled Paula Deen as she rode her honey-baked ham off into the sunset. (Don't use your imagination because there is no way it will come close to this picture.)  I KNEW the Paula Deen Riding things meme would come in handy one day. I just didn't think it would be four years later while writing a post about my friend Chandice's new book.. Ok

Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10158493695934684792noreply@blogger.com44tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169807179083561387.post-64359491674954308772014-12-30T18:39:00.000-05:002014-12-30T18:46:26.238-05:00

This time last year, I shared two four-ingredient appetizers that are perfect for New Year's Eve. You can find them here, if you'd like. (They're both my mom's recipes so all kudos to that fine woman. My family's been making these for ever and ever.) This year, I wanted to do the same. I'm a big fan of small bites that are assembly only (i.e. no cooking), and that look pretty all

Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10158493695934684792noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169807179083561387.post-24019453183589138032014-12-22T18:08:00.000-05:002014-12-22T18:08:09.168-05:00

'Juice sacs.' Just what I wanted to see when I googled 'pomegranate' right before bed last night. ....and visions of juice sacs danced in their heads.  Nooooo, Internet, no. Can we all agree to never use those two words together again? Maybe just banish the second word from the English language entirely? (With the exception that I may bust it out on Christmas just to skeeve out my

Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10158493695934684792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169807179083561387.post-46323306097989040062014-12-04T19:49:00.000-05:002014-12-05T19:42:28.788-05:00

1. Bread Srsly Gluten Free Sourdough: This bread made me think I died and came back to life in a world where there is no gluten, only perfect sourdough bread. Sadie, the owner, even sells gift packages with baby jams. Baby! Use code glutenfreeblondie for free shipping, and order before December 14th for holiday delivery.  2. West Elm Textured Dip Bowls: I use these for

Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10158493695934684792noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169807179083561387.post-5319791428938906452014-11-25T19:37:00.000-05:002014-11-25T19:37:10.266-05:00

We have two days people. TWO DAYS. Quick - add instant vanilla pudding mix to your shopping list. And maybe a can of pumpkin. You've probably got everything else. Since pumpkin is my most favorite of all the pies, I want it pretty much every week during November and December. But gluten free crust is expensive/annoying, and pumpkin pie takes some time to make and bake. This pumpkin

Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10158493695934684792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169807179083561387.post-35716105829764583022014-11-24T21:55:00.000-05:002014-11-25T01:00:30.992-05:00

Oooohhh good god I've been eating stuffing every day for the past week and a half. Let's call it pre-gaming. I'll give you this: it's not the worst problem to have. Now I'm just that much more excited for mashed potatoes (I LOVE POTATOES) and pumpkin pie. Usually stuffing is the first thing I pile on my plate at Thanksgiving, but I have a feeling my priorities will be just a weee bit

Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10158493695934684792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169807179083561387.post-70425090460476463172014-11-18T00:17:00.000-05:002014-11-18T00:20:24.268-05:00

This is a story about a girl and her cans. (No not that kind of story.)  Here's a hint: For four years of my life I ate so much pizza and drank so much beer. The pizza was ALWAYS dunked (literally - dunked. swimming.) in ranch dressing, and the beer was.. Well. Let's be honest is anyone picky about beer in college? Natty Light fished out of a murky tub of liquid that maybe possibly

Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10158493695934684792noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169807179083561387.post-44494953689146982882014-10-29T19:32:00.000-04:002014-10-29T19:32:36.401-04:00

Maple syrup, I'm so glad you're part of my life. What else can be drizzled on pancakes, AND on vegetables? (Except maybe melted butter and I'll take some of that too please.) I hate to go all Ina on you here (jk I am LOVING that I squeezed an Ina reference in here), but when it comes to maple syrup I'm talking the good stuff. The stuff that comes in a glass bottle and makes you go 'wtf why

Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10158493695934684792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169807179083561387.post-74482238045607956072014-10-22T23:41:00.000-04:002014-10-23T11:03:00.782-04:00

I just popped a melly so please bear with me if this gets all rambly and incoherent. It probably means my forehead is on the keyboard and kefja;li iw aiaw fjakd zzzzzzz. KIDDING STILL HERE STILL AWAKE. Oh, and melly = melatonin. Aka these magical little vitamin-like pills that I get at Duane Reade so that I can drift off to sleep like a sweet baby. They're legal and I don't get

Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10158493695934684792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169807179083561387.post-27957984941747715042014-09-29T22:50:00.000-04:002014-09-30T11:17:28.590-04:00

Hoooooooooooly crap you guys I fried something.  And not just anything. The cutest littlest babiest gluten free corn dog nuggets. See?? Did you squeal a little? I just wanna pinch one right through my screen.  Truth be told I have never fried a morsel in my life - the thought of dropping anything into a vat of hot oil freaks me out. (Plus, I am an absolute oil-magnet.

Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10158493695934684792noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169807179083561387.post-44895874670748874892014-09-04T11:26:00.001-04:002014-09-05T12:40:12.071-04:00

Because basil and garlic make me a happy happy camper, I've filled my freezer with a billion little frozen pesto cubes. Without a doubt, I'll use about half of them over the next few weeks, and will find the rest in a deep, dark crevice of my freezer 12 months from now. It's the thought that counts, though, right? Riiiiight.  Besides. Last week I ate frozen lasagna from December

Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10158493695934684792noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169807179083561387.post-68970260754537676082014-05-18T21:54:00.000-04:002014-05-18T21:54:09.103-04:00

I am SO amped to tell you about this place.  You may have seen a little sneak peek on my Instagram, but a few weeks ago Gail PR invited a really fun bunch of bloggers and journalists to check out WILD, which recently opened their second location in Williamsburg, Brooklyn. (The first is in the West Village, just blocks from my apartment, and I am slapping myself for not trying it sooner.)

Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10158493695934684792noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169807179083561387.post-41735251993329297402014-04-30T11:20:00.000-04:002014-04-30T11:20:20.016-04:00

Phone: check. Keys: check. Wallet: check. Cat-chap: check.  Eric and I do NOT leave home without cat-chap. We have come back to the apartment to get the forgotten cat-chap. I have stolen his cat-chap after losing mine. We have legitimately bickered over the location of the missing cat-chap. THE STRUGGLE IS REAL. We're addicted.  Cat-chap is not its real name,

Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10158493695934684792noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169807179083561387.post-51033319698697035342014-03-27T22:49:00.000-04:002014-03-27T22:49:03.611-04:00

Hold the chips. I'll have this, please: SO WHAT if I snack on crispy, pillowy little tofu cubes. So freaking what if I'm obsessed with the crunchy outside, and soft, silky inside. (Especially when dunked in sweet thai chili sauce, or with a few drops of my new favorite gluten free soy sauce. Hubba Hubba.) To be fair, these little guys also make their way into vegetable stir fry quite

Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10158493695934684792noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169807179083561387.post-62238259836328357282014-02-06T22:06:00.000-05:002014-02-06T22:06:52.534-05:00

‘So good you’ll want to snort it.’ Or at least that’s the tagline I told my roommate Vic she should use when she bottles this shit and sells it and makes SO MUCH CASH MONEY that I will never have to pay rent ever. Maybe don’t snort it though. Because there’s cayenne. And I think that would pretty much be game over for your nostrils. <----- very serious disclaimer pls don't sue me.

Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10158493695934684792noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169807179083561387.post-40774201275782930662014-01-21T10:00:00.000-05:002014-01-21T10:00:20.560-05:00

New working blog name: Food My Mom Makes and So I Make It Too. Ugh it's too long for a Twitter handle. Back to Gluten Free Blondie.  As you can guess, this is another one of my mom's WORLD FAMOUS recipes. (I say 'world' because I'm positive if the whole entire world knew about these wings they'd be making them too.) Just like the rosemary marcona almonds, these are another

Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10158493695934684792noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6169807179083561387.post-18526656523598859212014-01-16T20:27:00.000-05:002014-01-16T21:02:12.528-05:00

...are from Trader Joe's. Y'all heeeeaaard me. The best gluten free cupcakes I've ever had (and I've tried lots), are from the one and only Trader Joe's, and come in at about $1 per cupcake. (At the TJ's on 5th and 21st in NYC they were $3.99 for a pack of four.) I'm seriously just as surprised as you are. (Unless of course you knew about this already and didn't tell me. Which is

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