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Category Archives: Gluten-Free Is Me
I’m all for high-low dishes (after all, Ina Garten turned me onto the magic of potato chips and caviar at a young age). But I’ve always thought that hot crab dip seemed like a foolish use of a $30 a pound protein. It’s the same kind of philosophical problem I have with putting Foie Gras on burgers and lobster in tacos. I’ll admit that I do enjoy these things at restaurants from time to time, otherwise I’d have to figure out a foot-in-mouth emoji and post it on this image.
At restaurants when someone else is doing the work and partially amortizing expensive ingredients across other menu items, that’s one thing.… Continue Reading
The first time I tasted Salmorejo Cordobes was not in Cordoba. It was in a small town in Southwestern Spain, about half an hour up the coast from Cadiz, one of the oldest port cities in Andalusia.
I was traveling by myself after college graduation and had just come off of a rather unfortunate three days in Malaga, where I spent most of my time curled up in the fetal position on my hostel bunk bed, making non-so-discrete trips to and from the communal bathroom every 20 minutes. The one afternoon I was well enough to venture out, 5 blocks from the hostel I was jumped by a group of 13-year-olds with leopard spotted buzz cuts.… Continue Reading
Since becoming gluten-free, dessert out at restaurants has been a much less joyous affair—unless, of course, there’s a salted caramel ice cream sundae on the menu, and then I’m IN. But most of the time there are only one or two options. And since most restaurants follow a certain formula with their dessert menus, those options are usually ice cream, crème brulee, or panna cotta.
For years I was resistant to panna cotta as my default dessert choice. It wasn’t something I would have ever ordered before I was gluten-free, so why waste my sugar consumption on something that didn’t make me want to do Meg Ryan impressions at the table?… Continue Reading
Before I was diagnosed with a gluten allergy 3 years ago, I pretty much subsisted solely on pasta. This might have explained why every time I tried to go for a run, my stomach would start spasming within half a block (spoiler alert: the culprit was a meatball sized brick of gluten lodged in my intestines, thanks to all those spaghetti dinners).
So when I had to revamp my diet, in addition to my beloved thin crust pizza, chicken fingers, and chocolate chip cookies, one of the things I was most terrified to give up was pasta. But it’s turned out to be one of the easiest things to substitute at home.… Continue Reading
The food item that’s been most responsible for pushing me head-first off the gluten-free wagon is pizza. I confessed a little over a year ago that I have, on more than one occasion, shamefully eaten an entire pie of Co. pizza in the comfort of my home, a block away from the restaurant. This year though as part of my pursuit of wellness, I’ve been pretty good at maintaining the integrity of my intestines. But when I fall, I fall hard.
The last time this happened was in October at my friend Sophie’s wedding. There was a late night pizza truck, and when I saw all the other drunk people pouncing on the pies as they came out of the brick oven, like vicious glow-stick wearing hyenas, I just couldn’t help myself.… Continue Reading
A few weeks ago during an extreme bout of procrastination, I spent 2 full hours looking through old college pictures instead of writing. Since they are tucked away in a separate library from my food images and I don’t do facebook deep dives very often, I rarely come across pictures form this period of my life. But once I started looking, like driving by the Jaws of Life on the side of the highway, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the horror.
It’s an apt analogy, because while scrolling through the 100’s of pregaming shots and selfies with various guy friends kissing me on the cheek, the two words that kept popping into my head were: train wreck.… Continue Reading