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- Quick and Easy Gluten-Free Bread Recipes For Every Day of the Week (+ A Giveaway!)
- Spaghetti Squash Chow Mein with Shitakes and Bok Choy (Gluten-Free)
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Category Archives: Gluten-Free Is Me
I’m reaching the final stretch of my elimination diet, which that means desserts like these matcha panna cotta cups are just around the corner. But having the finish line in sight just made last night’s finger food spread that much more tempting. Super Bowl feasting is far easier when you’re not temporarily taking corn, tomatoes and cheese off the table. Charlie and I posted up in front of the coffee table crudité section and performed some surgical-level guacamole dipping to avoid those flecks of nightshades. But my resolve started to slip when a passed bowl of jelly beans reached my lap. Not even Gaga’s superhuman stamina and airborne musical talents could distract me from the urge to shovel those multi-colored, iridescent pellets of joy into my mouth.
Things are getting real over here in bookland. You may recall my coffee shop ugly cry from a few weeks ago, when I finally handed in the acknowledgments section along with the copyedited manuscript. Well, that has been followed by a gentle and consistent wave of the anxiety shivers! I didn’t think that the vulnerability I experienced during the editorial process could be matched. But it turns out when it comes time to share all the blood, sweat and tears you put on the page with others, similarly uneasy tingles emerge in the belly region. I’ve been trying to remind myself what my father always told me growing up: you’re not nervous, you’re excited!
We gluten-free folk aren’t ones for food trends. (Unless, of course, said trend is going gluten-free). Usually the latest and greatest craze involves something ridiculously carby and delicious that makes me want to cry into my soggy slices of Udi’s, and drown my sorrows with a trough of Frosé or Red Wine Hot Chocolate (depending on the season). Such was the case of the ramen burger. And those jerks had the audacity to set up shop just three short blocks from my apartment this summer. Rude! For those of you who don’t know, a ramen burger is just your run-of-the-mill burger patty sandwiched between a not-so-ordinary bun made out of pan-fried nests of ramen. The ramen burger is both glutenous and gluttonous, and at the time of its ascension, when every hipster in my neighborhood was frolicking in their shortalls … Continue reading
These days, “gluten-free” is one of the slyest healthy eating loopholes around. Luckily, I’ve never deluded myself into thinking that a loaf of gluten-free bread is that much healthier than regular bread. But as I discovered during my wellness project, I had, it turns out, been deluding myself that I wasn’t eating a whole loaf of it every week. One of my realizations from this year is that I’ve developed a scarcity mindset around my dietary restrictions when I travel. I always do so with a loaf of gluten-free bread in my carry-on, wedged between my iPad and pink fleece airplane socks, leaving a stream of confused airport Quiznos managers in my wake. But after my recent trip to Paris, I think it’s official that I don’t need to compensate anymore. The rising gluten-free lifestyle has up and came.
The holiday season breeds FOMO like a virus. And the condition worsens if you happen to also catch an actual virus, forcing you to leave your friend’s holiday party early or not attend at all. Such was the case for Charlie on Saturday night. Now that I’m officially in my thirties, I don’t stress as much about the nights I elect to wear grey sweat pants instead of a cocktail dress. For me, the FOMO comes mostly in bite-sized form. Usually in the shape of a non-gluten-free fried potato or doughy chocolate chip disk. It’s not the type of FOMO that sets in when you’re home alone watching a Sandra Bullock marathon on AMC with a bowl of pad thai balanced on your chest. No—these days, I only get hit when I’m surrounded by friends in ugly sweaters and dogs in homemade … Continue reading
During my brief stint living in the burbs, I was the only kid on the block without a Christmas tree. The neighbors would go all out with illuminated sleighs affixed to their roofs, wreaths on every window, gutters dripping with pine trim, and, of course, lights covering every bit of flora in the front yard. Every year, I would plead with my Jewish father to let me get into the Christmas spirit. But he seemed to look back upon his own stint of being the only kid on the block without an illuminated tree with masochistic fondness, and wished the same fate for me. Feeling charitable and/or worn down one December, he finally agreed to let me decorate the lawn with a few lights outside the traditional color palette of red and green. “But you’re not allowed to put any … Continue reading
A few weeks ago, I participated in holiday hotline twitter chat and was surprised to hear how many people were puzzling over what to serve all the gluten-free problem children at their family table—particularly, what to do for the gravy. My mother has made our annual apple cider gravy using gluten-free flour for as long as I can remember. The recipe is from the Chuck Williams’ Thanksgiving Cookbook, and with a heaping amount of minced shallots and chopped rosemary, it adds a perfect ratio of sweet and savory to our flavorless table centerpiece: that damn turkey. Since the holidays seem to be another case of culinary Ground Hog Day, every year my mom makes this gravy on Thanksgiving afternoon she has a least one meltdown about it being too sweet. We taste it together, thought bubbles emerge, and eventually we … Continue reading
This gluten-free pumpkin tart recipe is sponsored by Whole Earth Sweetener Co. All opinions are my own (duh). Thank you for supporting the brands that make this site (and my low sugar dessert cravings) possible! I am a very sensitive person. And I’m not just talking about what becomes of my tear ducts during the first five minutes of any Pixar movie. Since The Wellness Project, that statement now applies to many parts of my body. When I use shampoo at hotels, or dry my face with bleached, over-treated towels, my neck sometimes breaks out into a Woogie-level rash. A cup of strong coffee might cause my heart to drop a chest-shaking Tiesto remix. Even a small trace of gluten sends me into an early evening fetal position. And if I don’t get enough sleep, or have a few cocktails with dinner, it makes … Continue reading
It’s fairly well documented that I have a serious Thai takeout addiction. Back in the day though, it was far more common for the contents of my red and white to-go boxes to include mooshoo pork and vegetable chow mein. My love of noodles runs deep, and as a semi-hyperactive 11-year-old, that meant that I basically inhaled my chow mein in one continuous mouthful. You would think that the lack of chopstick finesse would slow me down. But it just meant I used them more as a shovel, making sure that the noodles remained in one tangled mop, and my mouth kept moving. That’s not an exaggeration. One time I actually ate my vegetable chow mein so fast that I got up from the table and proceeded to regurgitate the entire meal into the kitchen sink. If that sounds disgusting, don’t worry. … Continue reading