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 The Domestic Man

https://thedomesticman.com/


I have analyzed an award winning food bog "The Domestic Man". The food blog posts only gluten-free and paleo friendly dishes cooked by him. The blog was initially started for the author of the blog, Russ Crandall had changes in his diet after discovering severe heath issues related to his diet. 


There are advertisements on his food blog, all cookbooks written by Russ Crandall himself. The blog as a whole is very sophisticated, explaining the history of each dish cooked, and also its tradition. It features a variety of food from Egypt to Asian dishes. However, as mentioned above, this blog is most probably a way to enforce his sales on his cookbooks and does not specifically present any recipes. Despite being a sophisticated, friendly and easy-to read blog, I would not recommend if you are trying to look for free recipes. Unless you are willing to purchase his cookbooks. 

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