March 3, 2010 5:07 pm
Today is day four on the new gluten free diet for the kids. We’ve had to replace all of their staple food items with gluten free substitutes. Since most store bought gluten free products taste like ass on toast, I’ve had to be creative. I’m not complaining though, at least there are store bought options we can buy. Gluten free living has come a long way in recent years.
Since we’re still dye-free, it makes things doubly hard. Wonder why I haven’t found time to blog much lately? I’ve been spending countless hours researching gluten free recipes and reading up on how to make food more palatable. I’ve been logging hours baking, something I’ve never done before. My laptop screen has a thick dusty coat consisting of types of flour I never before knew existed. But it’s for my kids and that makes it all worth it.
So far, I’ve successfully followed several “from scratch” recipes that have produced items like bagels, waffles, cupcakes and bread. You should have seen me, the bagel recipe I made had like fifteen fucking ingredients in it. I’m a super baker, yo. I’ve been ordering baking items from Amazon in bulk, settling in for a new life of gluten free living. I’m sure my friends and family think I’m nuts for embarking on this gluten free adventure but it is what it is.
I turned 33 today. My double digit birthday, 33 on 3/3. And although I don’t feel any older, I have recently noticed that I am. I barely recognize myself anymore, who is this person in the kitchen baking recipes from scratch? I even ordered a KitchenAid mixer. An appliance, and I’m actually stoked to start using it. Last month I bought a sewing machine and am signing up for sewing classes soon. This isn’t me, this is my mom or my grandma, I don’t bake or sew. Well at least, I didn’t.
While the kids were at school today, I baked a batch of gluten free cupcakes so that the kids can sing to me. It’s funny how even my birthday revolves around those pesky little bastards. I don’t mind though, it’s fun to see the excitement on their faces when they help me blow out my candles. The funny thing is, my eighteen year old self would be appalled at the person I’ve turned into. Cooking and sewing? Gave up my career to raise a family? How Donna Reed of me. The truth is, I kind of enjoy it though. I like knowing what ingredients are in the foods my kids are eating. It’s a challenge to learn how to bake and sew without poisoning my family. And if the need to actually poison them should arise, I will be more than qualified to get the job done.