It’s been a while since I’ve posted here – there were some problems with one of my medications at the beginning of the summer, and that sent me into the biggest autoimmune flare-up spiral I’ve traveled down in a long time. I’ve been spending a lot of time sleeping. Just going to work exhausts me, and I come home and stare at the TV in stupor, often too tired to even knit or read. My celiac flares up at the slightest provocation, meaning I’m constantly in the bathroom and struggling to stay hydrated and replenish electrolytes. Continue reading
This week, there has been a startling number of disturbing posts on sites I read regularly.
These posts allege that the gluten-free fad cannot last much longer, and that soon all the lovely gluten-free foods available on grocery store shelves will begin to fade away. They seem to have an, “ah, well, it was fun while it lasted…” tone. They are written by bloggers or food sites that I respect.
They make my stomach hurt. Continue reading
I have been craving butterscotch scones for years. And unlike most cravings, I can trace this one’s origin to a very specific moment in time.
It’s The Big Bang Theory‘s fault.
Sidenote: I have never figured out why Leonard didn’t eat the pancakes and scones BEFORE telling Sheldon the bad news. Am I right? Continue reading
Ah, vacation. A time to kick back, chill out, relax all cool…unless, of course, you have celiac disease.
Or some other form of medically-induced gluten free-ness.
What do you do? There’s no guarantee that there will be something you can eat anywhere you go. Continue reading
I’m on a couple of AND’s list servs. Earlier this week, a dietitian sent out a note wondering if someone could help her motivate a patient who’s having trouble sticking to the GF diet.
Reading this sent me down memory lane. Continue reading
A few weeks ago we did “plant proteins” in Food Science lab.
Aka, beans, nuts, legumes, etc. This involved eating lots of tofu and lots of beans.
Let me start by saying that normally, I pick beans out of everything. I don’t like them. Chili? Should be beanless. Chipotle? Just give me the steak, please. Childish? Absolutely. But I. Don’t. Like. Beans. Continue reading