About

My name is Brittany. I live in Washington state, graduated fromWSU, work as an Admin Assistant to a Superintendent for a local school district, have a husband aka best partner possible, have three fur babies (Kona and Mako, Springer Spaniels & Bagheera- Domestic Short Hair) and four feathered babies (Tilly, Gertrude, Henrietta and Saffron -Chickens), and am constantly figuring out what healthy and happy mean to me.

The way I dream about & eat food is continually evolving. I grew up cooking alongside my dad and his excitement about creating new recipes only invigorated mine. Flash forward and I leaned into cooking and baking for comfort, enough to gain over 100 pounds in a single summer. I realized that long before that pinnacle summer, my relationship with food was in need of repair. Since then, my weight has toggled back and forth and I have probably lost over 200 pounds over the course of 12 years. I would call them my “spiral years”. I tried Weight Watchers, Jenny Craig, Military Diet, Wedding Crash Diet (not engaged or married at the time), Atkins Diet, Keto, Vegetarian, South Beach Diet, Juice Cleanses, Raw food diet, Weight watchers again, whole 30, Food Addicts in Recovery Anonymous, the list goes on and on and on. The only one that gave me momentary comfort was the last on the list. I followed the program, and lost the weight. And it worked. Sure, there were meetings and sponsors, and late night driving, and phone calls, and weighing and measuring food, but all of that was worth it to me, just for the fact that I lost the weight and it stayed off. I realized my life was a giant routine. There was no spontaneity, this program didn’t allow for it. No spur of the moment, go to the store and come up with some foodgasmic recipe that knocked your socks off. And I really missed cooking. Sure, in the program you cooked. I mean, since eating out was a rarity, I was like a militant machine, but did I enjoy it, did it make me happy.

After leaving that program after a few years and one gallbladder lighter, I came to find that I was developing food allergies. More specifically, Dairy. I had a grieving moment. How was I supposed to love cooking and baking with no dairy, no cheese, no ice cream, no heavy cream whisking into some scrumptious sauce.

I found my way to paleo eating. This blog serves as my sounding board for recipe wins.