Shhhh. Don’t tell the Big Man that I put a picture of him on here. Well, it came. No matter how much we all wish it wouldn’t. It finally came for me. And it wasn’t so bad. Especially because I made sure it came with style. And fun. And lots of great food and [...]
While perusing facebook the other day, I came across a challenge thrown up by Gluten-Free Girl. I am always up for a challenge, and this one seemed fun. Shauna (Gluten-Free Girl) challenged us to write a blog post by Monday (7-5-10) night finishing the sentence, “Cooking became easier, and more fun, when I learned [...]” I had to think for a minute because I have always loved to cook, when I have the time. But I have always been the kind of person to stick with a few recipes and repeat them over and over. Once I found out I couldn’t eat gluten, some of those recipes had to go. That’s ok. They weren’t very healthy for me anyway. So, I thought about it. I thought, and thought, and thought about it. And here is what I came up with.
While checking in on twitter the other day, I had a DM waiting for me. (For those who don’t use twitter, it means Direct Message, as opposed to a tweet. Only I could see it.) It was from Lissy at glutenfreelissy.com. She thought it would be fun to try and spread a meme around about being gluten free. I agreed, and so here are my answers. Please feel free to answer them yourself on your own blog and spread it around. Just for kicks!
Well, this post has nothing to do with food. It is all about me having to express my emotions. It’s something that every parent goes through but especially every mom. My baby’s first steps into the outside world and away from me. You see, even though the Little Man is not quite two years-old, he is leaving me.
This last weekend, we went to my father-in-law’s place in Big Sur, CA. It is on top of one of the hills on the east side of highway 1. It is just beautiful up there. As you go up the driveway, you can just feel any stress you have leaving your body. That is why I am so disappointed that my memories of this place will be forever tainted with being gluten-ed there on Saturday night.
I have such strong, fond memories of food. When I was little, I remember coming home from school and opening the door of my house to the smell of freshly baked chocolate cupcakes. The smell was so warm and enveloping. It would carry me down the hall and into the kitchen, where my mom was putting the last touches of icing on. She would be standing there in her apron with a tall glass of cold milk in one hand and a warm cupcake in the other. She’d have a huge smile on her face and ask me how my day was. O.K. Ummmmm… So right now, my mom is wondering who’s blog she accidentally clicked on or what strange, crazy drugs is her daughter taking.