Balsamic~Fig glazed Sockeye Salmon (AIP & WahlsPaleo+)

FilletWhen it comes to Sockeye, I’m usually a purist.

It’s perfect as it is, so I think it’s best to leave it alone. I was really surprised to discover that this simple glaze might actually be an improvement over sockeye all-by-itself.

The Sockeye run is huge this year, so it should be easy to find. Once you get one, you’ll need to decide whether to eat your salmon wonderfully naked or gloriously cooked in Balsamic Fig glaze.

Fig-glazed salmon supperThen there are really only 2 more questions to consider:

  1. Are salmon safe to eat?
  2. Are our salmon safe?

I addresses these last two questions in part 1 of this post.

But the first one? I address here:

Balsamic~Fig glazed Salmon (AIP & WahlsPaleo+)

 from petra8paleoGargoyle

  • 1 fillet sockeye salmon
  • 2 ripe figs
  • 2 tablespoons Balsamic Vinegar
  • 1/2 teaspoon salt

Preheat oven to 350 or heat up the BBQ.

Whirl the figs, vinegar & salt in a food processor.

Lay the filet, skin side down, on a baking sheet (parchment paper eases clean up later). Spoon the glaze over the fillet and bake for 15 minutes, until the salmon flakes when you nudge it with the tines of a fork.

Or, using a BBQ tray, cook the salmon in the hot BBQ, similarly.

Low-FODMAP variation

Or it can also be the I-have-no-figs variation…

Replace the figs with 1/2 cup blueberries.


Our Salmon


Sockeye Salmon returning to spawning grounds

I love salmon.

I revere them. And I adore what happens when I incorporate them into my body.

I wrote an Ode to Salmon in the early days of my blog.

I still eat salmon. Several times a week. Despite ongoing & growing concerns about radiation contamination throughout the Pacific ocean from the Fukushima Dai-ichi Nuclear Power Station in Japan.

When the available science is suspect (the FDA says there are is  “no evidence that radionuclides from the Fukushima incident… pose a public health concern”), I tend to appraoch food intuitively. And despite any (inevitable, to my mind) cross-Pacific contamination, I believe the benefits of eating salmon still outweigh the risks. For me.

Matthew is eating less salmon now, as we know (too well) that he is generally less able to handle toxins and radiation. He has to be more careful.

But our wild Pacific salmon are also under threat on this side of the Pacific.


Mount Polley Mine disaster

Earlier this month, a breach from an open-pit mine owned by Imperial Metals in Secwepemc territory in British Columbia leaked 10 billion litres of contaminated water and 5 billion litres of solid tailings waste into the headwaters of our river system. The entire Quesnel and Cariboo river systems are now contaminated, right up to the salmon-bearing Fraser River. The Fraser is B.C.’s longest river and a major nursery for wild salmon.

SockeyeThis disaster won’t particularly affect this year’s mature salmon (we’re having a wicked strong return of Sockeye on the Fraser this summer), but their progeny: what will be, or would have been, mature salmon four years from now.

Salmon return to the waterways of their birth to spawn before they die. In four year cycles. This year, the fish that survive their infancy will have started their lives in water contaminated by arsenic, mercury and sulfur from the Mount Polley Mine breach.

The original name of the area where this mine is located is Yuct ne Senxiymetkwe, meaning the “the greatest of the great lakes”, according to the Warrior Publications blog. The Secwepemc and other local residents have set up a disaster monitoring and sacred fire camp at the entrance of the Imperial Metals’ Mount Polley Mine.

Today is the 9th day of sacred fire at the camp.

The 9th day of sacred fire for healing for Secwepemc territory, and all of the organisms that depend on it. The moose, deer, cougar, bears, salmon, caribou… and me.

Slightly Lost Girl recently wrote her own ode to salmon, with information about the proposed Pebble Mine in Alaska, which would be the largest mine in North America & would introduce more toxicity (including lead, copper and arsenic) into our water systems.

I wish there was an upbeat way to finish this post. Instead, I highly recommend concluding with this 2½ minute video by Doreen Manuel.

If your loved one was abducted by aliens…

War-of-the-Worlds-movie posterImagine if someone you love with all your heart was abducted by aliens. Or faeries. And taken another galaxy. Or the underworld.

And imagine a changeling was left in your loved one’s place.

Querulous. Sickly. Wasting away. Maybe dying.

Elves and Fairies: A Scene from A Midsummer Night's Dream By Joseph Noel Paton, 1850

Elves and Fairies: A Scene from A Midsummer Night’s Dream By Joseph Noel Paton, 1850

Resembling the one you love, but with large absent pieces. A version so diminished that it became unrecognizable at times.

Nobody really understands the enormity of the absence. Because your loved one is still visible. Still physically present. And in public, for short periods of time, on a good day, sometimes able to act surprisingly like the person you once knew.

Imagine what it is like to become that changeling:

Daniel Maclise, The Disenchantment of Bottom, 1832

The Disenchantment of Bottom by Daniel Maclise, 1832

Unable to think clearly. Unable to remember. In pain, all the time. Living in a fog which eats up the life you used to know, until that life disappears & your entire landscape resembles a strange and terrible dream. Where none of the skills you once had are applicable and, in any case, you can no longer remember or apply what you once knew.

If you’re lucky, the people from your old life keep appearing. Fading in & out of view. You know you should be grateful, and you are, but their sense of timing is very bad. And their concerns are extraneous. Alien to your reality. They are unable to perceive, or imagine, the grotesqueness of world you now inhabit.

If you try to explain it, they get uncomfortable. Impatient.

Come back, they say, just come back.

Don’t they know that’s all you want to do?

But there is no path. Just deer trails. Innumerable deer trails, that look promising, but always peter into nothing, deeper in the wilderness.

charred by martiansYou gradually learn some some survival skills for your new reality, but the terrain is not stable, and the challenges never end. Epic mythological challenges and horrendously pedestrian ones. Regardless, you battle them alone.

And years go by.

Until slowly, the changeling that was left in your loved one’s place begins to phase back. Slowly. Non-linearly. Comes back into focus.

One missing part at time. In a wiser form.

You know he’ll never be the same again. That from now on, he’ll always live in two worlds: the otherworld is part of him now.

But he can actually see you. He can join you in life. Sometimes. On good days.

And the good days cluster together, until you start to feel like you might be able to rely on them.

Bad days are still devastating, because you just want it to be over & are terrified that a bad day might turn out to just be the end of a remission. A brief reprieve.

But each time, it isn’t. And your life begins to open up again.

Imagine that, 8 months into the AIP.



The Autoimmune Protocol for Hard Times


Carole Chambers 1944-2014

In my experience, two things are important during hard times:

  1. Prevention &
  2. Harm Reduction.

This has been consistently validated during my 20+ year career working with vulnerable & resilient people, and it seems to apply to the Autoimmune Protocol (AIP), too.

My mum died on August 1st.

Not entirely unexpectedly.

We had just found out she had terminal throat cancer. Or, we had just found out the throat cancer she’d been battling for a year was still advancing aggressively. We thought she had about 3 months to live & she definitely wanted to be at home. She wanted to write one more book of poetry & was furiously working on completing poems in between the radiation treatments that were supposed to have bought her the time to complete it.

Gibson GirlI’d just finished setting up her house for end-of-life care & had spent the day trying to make the hospital bed in her living room look as much like an elegant, literary Gibson Girl’s day bed as possible. Because she was not going to go gently into that good night.

My sister and my dad were concerned that she’d be wroth to have a hospital bed the house, even though she clearly needed one. But all those tricky palliative considerations turned out to be unnecessary, because she died in the car on the way home from the hospital.

Anyone who has experienced the death of a close family member knows that you are immediately presented with contradictory tasks: disabling grief & the need to make myriad practical arrangements.

I decided to use prevention & harm reduction to assist me with both.


  1. I decided to simplify my eating & (mostly) joined Matthew on his low-FODMAP version of the AIP. I say mostly because I ate avocados, which are high FODMAP  (they contain sorbitol).  Though I’d been in ketosis on the Wahls Paleo Plus for 3½ months and was loving it, I knew it would be too difficult to keep up two versions of the AIP, in addition to the SAD proclivities of our teenagers.

    33.3% of our teenagers are vegetarian

    100% of our teenagers eat SAD-food. 33.3% are vegetarian.

  2. I also knew that bone broth was going to be my #1 preventative ally & I made sure the freezer was well-stocked with bones & the stock pot was actively turning those bones into broth.
  3. We got really simple about food & ate greens cooked in bone broth with steak for most meals for the first week or so. I added avocado & Matthew added green banana (for resistant starch) or blueberries (for fun).
  4. I decided to utilize all the dietary & non-dietary hacks that contribute to high performance workdays including: ample sleep, lots of water, daily exercise (walking counts!), spending time in the sun, daily skin care & oil pulling. I noticed I was forgetting to hydrate so I started making big pots of licorice tea that would just hang out steeping on the counter. When cool, I poured it into mason jars & I’d remember to drink it.

Harm Reduction

Mmmm, short-ribs...

Mmmm, short-ribs…

After prevention, harm reduction was my next consideration.

Anything to do with my mum is particularly triggering for me in terms of food. She was an alcoholic for most of my life, and as many adult children of alcoholics do, I have longstanding issues that I need to be particularly attentive to in times of stress.

Previous to going paleo, I had a carbohydrate addiction that was very problematic. One of the ways it was problematic was that it worked. Not well. And not really. But carbohydrates enabled me to manage my emotions in the moment, while exacerbating and compounding all my problems in the long term.

It’s the lure of the short-term effectiveness of self-medicating with carbohydrates that I still need to be wary of in times of stress.

Harm reduction isn’t about denying your needs. It’s about limiting the harm you do to yourself while attempting to meet them.

  1. First off, I paid close attention to what I was craving, and surprisingly, once I was off the higher-fat ketogenic diet, I craved fat, not carbohydrates. I’d find myself fantasizing about that gorgeous layer of grass-fed fat you find in short ribs. So, my #1 harm reduction strategy was indulging this craving with SPCA-certified short ribs. Rather frequently. (SPCA-certified short ribs do no harm nutritionally, just a little bit financially).
  2. But I wasn’t adverse to some carbohydrate indulgences either. It happened to be peach season. And peaches are my favorite fruit. There is almost nothing more divine that a bowl full of sliced peaches with blueberries topped with coconut cream. It’s in the realm of AIP, but it’s more sugar than I usually consume. But the coconut cream, in addition to being heavenly, helps mitigate the sugar from the fruit.
  3. I also included turnips, rutabaga & green plantains. I was eating a little bit of turnip now & then while in ketosis, but for harm reduction purposes, I gave myself to permission to eat these foods if and when I wanted them. They were comforting. And way less harmful than falling face-first into a bag of tortilla chips. Speaking of which, that’s what I mostly made from the green plantains: nachos.

I kept in mind that eating carbohydrates increases cravings for carbohydrates and tried to tune in to what would be most helpful for me in a given moment on a given day.

Moving Forward

I’ve heard it takes a year.

We need to cycle through each season without our loved one before the grief fades. But already it is less acute.

I’m getting myself back into ketosis, because I prefer living that way.

I plan to gradually remove my harm reduction strategies, but retain most of my prevention strategies for awhile. I’m anticipating I may need to turn up the harm reduction on the weekend of September 6th & 7th, when we spread my mum’s ashes & celebrate her life.

Starting the day I learned she was not going to win her battle with cancer until the day she died, I worked on a blog to share her poetry. I don’t know if I will continue, as I was mostly doing it for her. Perhaps in time. Or maybe my sister will. In those days I posted 5 poems. You can find it here.

Greens, steak & avocado

Keep it simple