- Turkish Eggplant Casserole with Tomatoes (Imam Bayildi)
- Quick and Easy Gluten-Free Bread Recipes For Every Day of the Week (+ A Giveaway!)
- Gluten-Free Is Me: Healthy Sesame Chicken with Broccoli
- Feeding Friends: Oven Roasted Teriyaki Pork Tenderloin with Maple-Ginger Glaze
- Cauliflower Sweet Potato Burgers with Avocado and Sriracha Aioli (Vegetarian Paleo)
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Category Archives: Gluten-Free Is Me
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
When you begin cohabitating, it doesn’t take long for your little quirks to come to light. Which, is a polite way of saying: the things that annoy the shit out of your roommate. Mine involve never refilling our Soma water pitcher and saving lightly used tissues on various surfaces for “later.” Charlie’s include leaving his sock drawer perpetually ajar, and buying a new sack of granola, jar of special sauce, or bag of tortilla chips every time he goes shopping, even though there are several half-eaten versions of each already at home. Unlike my “half-used” tissues, however, which seem to only benefit my allergies and, potentially, the environment, Charlie’s quirky hoarding tendencies do occasionally benefit the greater apartment good. And this week they did so in the form of a sheet pan of Mexican gluten-free eggplant parmesan. If the tissues are … Continue reading
This recipe is sponsored by Altos Tequila, which is the secret ingredient in these gluten-free strawberry shortcakes. As always, all opinions are my own. Thank you for supporting the companies that make this site possible! I’m currently in a phase of life that could only be described as endless wedding season. Between the two of us, Charlie and I have been invited to over 15 nuptials this year alone. As I posted yet another photo of us looking devastatingly svelte in our formal wear, one food friend commented: “I feel like all you do is go to weddings.” To which I replied, “You are correct.” The silver lining, of course, is that the love of my friends has allowed us to indulge in our love of travel, and both forces have brought us to some pretty amazing places. Places that might … Continue reading
Last Wednesday, I gathered with 2,000 meditators in Central Park for ir collective evening of silence. After weeks of feeling like the world was on fire—a feeling that seemed unlikely to dissipate then, and has indeed in the last 24 hours, only gotten worse—it was a welcome reminder that the best way to fight fear is through unity and love, a sentiment that The Big Quiet calls “radical inclusiveness.” I’ve been thinking a lot recently about what this means around my table. In times of radical pain and ugliness it’s easy to retreat. To feel helpless, and then eventually, desensitized. It’s easy to feel that what you do in the world is trite. And as someone who feels barely qualified to solve the complex issues of gluten-free donuts, let alone world peace, I’ll admit to grappling with all of the above.
Allow me to briefly throw my significant other under the bus. Charlie and I eat a lot of gluten-free pasta as a quick (semi-lazy) weeknight meal. But when he cooks it, the end result never tastes as good as when I do. This is not simply a matter of my day job versus his. Steak and pork chops? No problem. But something as simple as pasta foils him Monday after Monday. I can see this frustrates him. And secretly, it frustrates me. Because even from the other room—where I try to sequester myself during my other half’s cooking ventures, so as to not become a backseat chef—I can see where Charlie goes wrong.
Friends, do you ever have those moments when you’re convinced you’ve F-ed up big time? As someone who’s building a freelance life that involves a lot of “firsts,” and someone who is particularly prone to imposter’s syndrome, this is a sensation I experience on a daily basis. But I’ll leave my self-analysis of self-deprecation for another time (I know you can’t wait!). No, today I’m talking about the feeling of failure that involves burnt vegetables, curdled egg nog, or, in the case of this blueberry galette recipe, a gluten-free crust that crumbles into nothingness.