The worst thing ever, or how I intend to survive an elimination diet

July 16, 2015 Karen Huber

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2015 may be the year of "submit," but it's also the year of migraines, tiredness, anxiety and eczema. I keep trying to convince myself it must be "something in the water" or "allergy season" or "this bag of tortilla chips just fell in my lap." Just when I thought I'd established a good rhythm in one area of my life, my health is dancing to an entirely different (and altogether funky) beat.

So it is with an extreme amount of regret that I inform you that I have begun an elimination diet. Clearly there is only one way this can go and that is with an eventual mental breakdown. I can't decide on a can of diced tomatoes at the grocery store, let alone...

Foodie for thought

October 22, 2013 Karen Huber

So now you know all about my love affair with the chipper. Matt used to tease me in college that I was a cheap date (you know, in a good, clean way), and this is still the truth. Spend three euro on a bag of garlic mayo chips and I'm your girl for life. But there is more to food life in Ireland than the spud.

I've said before we feel extremely blessed to live here and in such close proximity to Dublin. On the rare chance we get a night (or a morning or an afternoon) out on the town alone, our first stop will be Lemon

The chipper

October 21, 2013 Karen Huber

My love affair with Irish food can be encapsulated in two words: the chipper. The chipper, or the chippie or the chips shop (or any other such nickname) is short for the local fish and chips place. This is common to the UK, as well, though I'm not sure where else in the world (New England, maybe?) the chipper exists.

Chips here are what we yanks might commonly refer to as "french fries," but this in itself is misleading, as chips here are thick and hearty and taste great sprinkled with vinegar. I'm serious. Vinegar.

Now here's when you may say to yourself "Chips I can get behind, but I hate fish." To which I reply, "Good on you!" for I, too, hate fish. But the chipper is so much more than fish.

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