Finally, my gluten-free bread game is on point!
Gluten free + dairy free loaf, baked on a stoneware baking sheet in the oven (NOT in a bread machine)!
To me, this is on par with the best German bakery bread – except that stuff’s all full of gluten, so we can’t eat it.
I’ve been learning how to live gluten-free for over ten years now.
Ten years ago, I was a vegetarian, and my husband was suffering from seizures, loss of his senses (taste, touch, etc), couldn’t sleep, brain fog, lethargy, generalized pain–oh, and (TMI) going #2 about 20 times a day.
He couldn’t work, and I was expecting, so I needed to stop working. So my husband went to California on the advice of a friend, to seek a new job and a new life for our family.
While the job didn’t work out, he happened to “get stuck” eating only meat and plant foods while he was there…
So in my last post in this series, I was feeling very unsettled and confused because wheat, the major ingredient in my diet, was suddenly being implicated as unhealthy, and the cause of my husband’s suspected Celiac disease.
This Celiac thing turned our world upside-down.
At first I approached it like a random allergy, as if he was allergic to strawberries or latex:
“Bummer! Sorry you can’t have these noodles….”
So in my last post in this series, I left off at the point where I was a complacent vegan who felt “pretty good” about my choices from an ethical and a nutritional standpoint, and was more or less satisfied with my diet for the time being.
Then, gradually, I lost my passion for veganism.
Now, I was never one of those street-corner supporters, denouncing the evils of flesh food to anyone who would listen (ok, maybe in my head, tho).
From the start, I had been quietly passionate about lessening animal cruelty and helping the environment–and being vegan was the most tangible way I thought that I could effect positive change.
Somewhere along the line, I lost passion for most other things in my life, as well. I was in the grips of a deep depression.
I’ve been a vegetarian for about 17 years–but I’m currently experiencing an inner earthquake of thoughts on health, ethics, nutrition and more–and I need to write about it. The next few posts are going to chronicle my thought process and dietary evolution up to the precarious, interesting point of view I’m at now.
I first went veg as a teen, along with my mother, who was becoming veg again for the third or fourth time in her life (she had a habit of not staying true to herSelf in the face of ridicule or opposition from those closest to her). I remember wanting Long John Silver’s chicken strips, and fish sandwiches from Burger King (we ate out a LOT), and then feeling so guilty after eating them. Continue reading
Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about my diet, and making some changes that are long-overdue for my health and well-being. I’m writing a series of posts discussing the evolution of my diet in both thought and action, from junk-food junkie to aspiring raw vegan. (Back off, food police–I did say “aspiring“. It’s an evolution, after all!)
When I was a kid, I ate lots of junk–whatever I wanted, really. One of the curiosities of being the only child of fairly well-off, older parents, was that I got to eat nearly anything I pleased, with no regard to cost, and only scant regard to nutritional value.
I was nearly a teenager before it finally occurred to me that those numbers on the grocery tags and receipts actually meant something–that some people in the world couldn’t afford to buy anything they wanted at the grocery store.