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Roasted Red Pepper and Goat Cheese Chicken Meatballs {Gluten-free, Grain-free, Keto options for Dairy-free)
These Roasted Red Pepper and Goat Cheese Chicken Meatballs are the perfect, easy-to-make protein you can batch prep / make in bulk and use throughout the week a variety of different delicious ways. With so much versatility and being gluten and grain-free, keto-friendly and very easy to make dairy-free these will definitely become a staple for your family!
Meal prepping has been making life so much easier lately. I’m not a person who can eat the same thing three or four days in a row. I need variety! Also, as the seasons are changing, I’ve been craving some lighter foods and lots of vegetables. I’m not sure where my original inspiration came for these Roasted Red Pepper and Goat Cheese Chicken Meatballs, but I am glad that vision came and I think you are going to love this new recipe!
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Grain-free Thai Chicken Meatballs with Coconut Red Curry Sauce {Paleo & Gluten-Free}
This recipe was a hit at our Super Bowl feast this year and while it may have taken me more than a month to get this blog post written up, it wasn’t for lack of loving this recipe.
These Grain-free Thai Chicken Meatballs with Coconut Red Curry Sauce are incredibly simple to pull together and the flavors run deep with this one. The creamy coconut based red curry sauce is thick and luscious, with a hint of very subtle heat from the red curry paste.
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Zucchini Noodle and Meatball Frittata {Paleo}
I will never tire of zucchini. It’s 100% my spirit vegetable (is that a thing?). I am constantly dreaming up ways to incorporate zucchini noodles into unexpected places and since I always prefer to start my mornings with savory protein and healthy-fat rich breakfasts with a peekaboo of veggies, this frittata is the perfect weekend breakfast option or even better, it makes for an impressive brunch offering. But also let’s be real, if you are like me and you love the occasional breakfast for dinner, this just nails it!
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Greek Lamb Meatballs
For me, scent is a huge memory trigger. The aroma of something can waft my way and instantly I am transported back to another time. I always think of the old cartoons where the steamy aroma of a fresh baked pie, suddenly morphs into a hand, quite literally coaxing and lifting up the characters and carrying them right to the goodies. Think Mickey Mouse being tempted by the vapor hand from the scent of a Minnie’s freshly baked cake, right to her kitchen window. This is likely seconds before she slams the window down and says “ah ah ah”. For me rather than being taken to someone’s window, I find myself reliving memories, remembering people I love and those times gone by. It’s one of my most favorite things about cooking, especially since moving away from my family.
Being Greek, growing up I was constantly surrounded by all the delicious, home cooked meals. There are still smells to this day that remind me of my family and most specifically my late, Great Yia Yia and my Yia Yia. The smell of potatoes roasting with garlic, cinnamon and honey will always make me think of baklava syrup simmering away on the stove top, cinnamon in a savory tomato sauce will trigger my nose to think of moussaka or pastitsio and a big pot of homemade chicken stock will always make me want avgolemono soup. Of course, chocolate melting will also get me, since my Great Yia Yia had a full-blown candy making set up in the basement, from her days of owning the ice cream and soda shop. They made some delicious chocolates!
Lamb was another food served quite often, whether, roasted, grilled or used in dolmades (stuffed grape leaves). Though not a food I make quite often, whenever I do prepare it, I think of all my family back home in NY, so I have certainly found myself making it more since we’ve moved out to California. It makes me miss our summer picnics with the huge Greek family, out at the lake, a big leg of lamb slowly grilling over an open fire, all day. Or my Yia Yia’s homemade Greek lamb meatballs, which my parent’s seemed to perfect quite well and made often when we were growing up.
