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Paleo tuna cakes!


As of yesterday, Our family has decided to go Paleo. I'll post the "why" in my next blog. We were already Paleo-ish, so we've tried this recipe before. Tuna cakes is one of my favorite this recipe I like because it adds more flavor. 

It calls for Almond flour but I'm currently out so I just doubled up on the coconut flour. I also left out the Redpepper flakes since I'm serving these to my kids.

It's cheap, it's easy, and my kids think it's chicken haha! 



Ingredient's: (I always double to make enough for lunch the following day!)


– 2 5-oz cans good quality tuna
– 2 eggs
– 2 Tbsp almond flour
– 2 Tbsp coconut flour
– 1 Tbsp lemon juice
– 1 tsp mustard
– 1 tsp garlic powder
– 1 tsp onion powder
– 2 pinches cayenne powder
– salt and pepper to taste
– oil for cooking (I use avocado oil, for added fat). 

Mix together all ingredients in a large bowl until well combined.  Form mixture into parties. I do smaller ones, so I get quite a few. Not sure how many to be exact honestly, somewhere between 15-20 if you do them as small as me! 

Heat oil over medium-high heat and cook the patties for about 3 minutes on each side, until golden brown. I use stainless steel cookware, so I cook on lower heat (2.5-3) and let cook longer.  Flip carefully to avoid breaking them.  Serve immediately.

I always have a side salad with occasional fruit on the side! 



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