Greetings Health Fans, For the month of June I’ve decided to keep things simple. At the moment I’m traveling in Europe and simplicity has been the name of the game especially in regards to preparing[…]
My father died at the age of 51 from liver and kidney failure. Had his liver and kidney’s survived a bit longer it is likely that a heart attack or stroke would have sent him off to the other side, considering that he’d suffered his first heart attack at the age of 38, and at the time of his death was recovering from his second stroke.
My dad loves pizza… and luckily I’m able to make him an incredible raw vegan version – guess what he’s getting for Father’s Day dinner this year? With just a little prep and dehydration time for the crust, your most glorious pizza is served
I have some amazing childhood memories and although I lost both my parents at a very young age, the years we did have together have shaped and formed the woman that I am today. Coming from an Italian family, the kitchen was where all the action was! One very fond memory of my father was his addiction to meat balls!! I’m not kidding, the man LOVED meat balls! My mother would spend many hours in the kitchen trying to come up with new and inventive ways to serve him up his favorite – with a new twist of course!