In service to you, celiac reader, I decided to run an extensive taste test on gluten-free ice cream cones. I know, someone had to do it. It was me. And a few kids, because even I can’t eat that much dairy. So I raided the stores and came home with three different kinds of gluten-free ice cream cones: Goldbaum’s sugar cone, Edward & Sons cake cone, and Edward & Sons sugar cone. There wasn’t much of a competition here. It turns out, they are all totally delicious. I know! It’s a first in my “I ate that” series where I could not pick a winner, because every single one was a winner. Just like your mom told you. But just for the heck of it, let’s talk about how yummy these ice cream delivery devices actually are. Continue reading
Monthly Archives: August 2011
I totally thought I’d be informing all of you lovely people about how to eat gluten-free in New York City today. Alas, climate change had other plans for my husband and I this past week. So we took a detour on our way to the five boroughs and wound up in Palm Springs. This is where I’d like to thank Al Gore for sparing most of NYC, and wish my friends without power the best of luck in getting ConEd out and up in your business.
In spite of the massive disappointment of not getting to enjoy our wedding anniversary tradition of lunch at Gramercy Tavern, and seeing loads of great friends, our alternate plans for the weekend in the PS turned out to be AWESOME. And delightfully, g-free. Right on, Palm Springs. Right. On. Continue reading
More burger news, people! Originally I had some product reviews lined up for today, but my laptop is currently in the hospital after I attempted to drown its sorrows in gin. Therefore, I’ve lost all my gorgeous photos of gluten-free donuts and ice cream cones. Which really means, I’ll just have to run those experiments all over again. Dangit.
In the meantime! I’m still enjoying the Udi’s hamburger buns, so much so I decided to infiltrate what is arguably the best burger joint in all of the United States: Umami Burger. This is where I admit to sending a sorrowful email to the L.A. joint right after I was diagnosed, begging them to serve a gluten-free bun so I wouldn’t have to give up this special treat of burger goodness. There was no reply. So I got bold. Continue reading
If you’ve been reading with any regularity (and if you haven’t, why the heck not?) you’ll know that I’ve been searching for a gluten-free way to eat a cheeseburger that doesn’t totally taste like chalk in my throat. A few months ago, I saw that Udi’s was putting said bun on the market, yet my local Whole Foods seems to hate me, and it was never there when I shopped. Why do you taunt me, Whole Foods on 3rd and Fairfax? How is it you can sell 25 brands of gluten-free all-purpose flour, yet only one gf hamburger bun, that’s really more like a biscuit?
And this is why I had to crash a party at BlogHer a few weeks ago, and cram a cheeseburger on an Udi’s gf bun right into my face. I would apologize to the Cheap Sally hosts for tricking their door people into admitting me and a plus one into the party, but let me tell you why I won’t: First of all, this party was being thrown by a handful of people, two of whom were Udi’s gluten-free greatness, and Lifetime Moms. Umm, my husband works for Lifetime, and gluten is my bitch. I should have been on the freaking VIP list. I should have been allowed to speak at this event. So I lied my way in and went to TOWN on the Udi’s products.
After seeing such an enthusiastic eater of their free goods, naturally, Udi’s followed up with me to first ask if I was okay after eating so many burgers and snickerdoodles, and then to see if I felt like sharing the news with readers. Heck yeah, I said. Here’s what went down in my house this weekend, gluten-free, and courtesy of Udi’s gluten-free buns. Continue reading
Just in time for the weekend, I’ve been discovering some amazing gluten-free recipes, and stories that keep me inspired, and don’t make me feel so outre when I whip up my Mormon Gravy. Check out these fab g-free blogs that think way outside the box.
Do you know what’s gluten-free? Grilled beaver. — Friends, food & drinks in Montreal
You’re going to need to wash that down with some homemade infused liquor. — Tasty Yummies
Fight off the beaver and booze hangover with Chinese Steamed Eggs. — Gluten Free Gobsmacked
What are you making for dinner?
Image via flickkerphotos
Once you’ve gone on the gluten-free diet, there’s a window where you can still remember what real bread products taste like. I wasn’t sure what that window was, exactly, but now I know. For me, it’s approximately seven months after not eating gluten. Or at least that’s what my husband says, since twice in the last week I was proclaiming the deliciousness of a gluten-free product and he gave me a startled look and said, “Yeah, honey. It’s . . . great?”
Crap. I’ve lost my gluten taster. I still think that new brand of gluten-free beer was pretty okay, and I went back for seconds on the cake that he pooh-poohed. But I’m afraid he’s right: I’ve lost my ability to know what’s good and what sucks. Continue reading
Ever since my celiac diagnosis, it’s admittedly been all about me. Me and my vitamins, me and my gluten-free food stuffs, me and my pooping. Of course I asked my GI doc about my children, when he told me heredity plays a huge part in celiac disease. Of course I did! What do you think, I’m an unfit mother? He reassured me that my kids only have a 20% chance of getting the celiac, so to just watch and don’t stress.
Now, I love my GI guy. We share the same birthday, and he’s kind of hot. (Although this isn’t exactly the criteria you want when someone is examining your nether regions, amiright?) But now I’m wondering what the heck is up when not one, but two people have freaked out when I said I did not have my kids tested for celiac. Did you lead me down the path of denial, hot butt doc? Continue reading
Today I’m eating leftover creamy peanut butter pie with a very heavy heart. I whipped up this pie and made it gluten-free in honor of Jennie Perillo’s husband, Mikey, who suddenly, shockingly, passed away this week. Jennie is a food blogger and mom to two in Brooklyn, and she has asked that we make Mikey’s favorite pie (which is crazy delicious, by the way) in remembrance of her husband today. I don’t know Jennie — or Mikey — but Jennie and I have some virtual friends in common, and I can’t help but think when I was in the middle of NYC publishing we crossed paths. But she’s certainly familiar. And so the loss of her husband to a heart attack feels personal, and too close to home.
Up until last year, I was also a Brooklyn mom with two kids. Jennie and I have similar networks, we probably played with our kids in the same parks, shopped in the same grocery stores, had the same stresses about pre-schools, PSP, and whether or not to join the food co-op. Though I’ve never met her, I’m feeling intensely protective of her, and mourning her tremendous loss. After all, I’m a mom and a wife terrified of losing what I’m so incredibly lucky to have.
Watching Mikey dancing with his daughter shortly before his death was beautiful. And a painful reminder of how we can take our loved ones for granted. So as much as this pie is in support of Mikey (and it is), it was also a way of reminding me to be incredibly grateful for my own amazing partner in all of this craziness, and my best friend. My husband lost a young dad friend last year to a heart attack, like Mikey, and has high cholesterol himself. Which is why I shouldn’t have even made this awesome pie, because my husband shouldn’t go near it with a ten-foot fork. Yet, we’re going to chow down on this rad pie, with my sister-in-law and her brand spanking new fiance, to celebrate unions between people who adore each other, and always will.
My daughter helped me by sneaking Kinnickinnick’s gluten-free chocolate critter cookies that I used for the crust. So if the crust is lacking, it’s because a lot of the cookies are in her belly.
Here’s how to make this amazing peanut butter pie gluten-free. Share it with someone you love. Continue reading
You know ordering out is really the best part of having pizza for dinner. Which is why I have done just a tiny bit of experimenting in making my own, and was so stoked about the whole California Pizza Kitchen g-free news. That, and I’m also too lazy to make my own bread, especially since I dissed it so badly.
But sometimes you’ve just got to see what you can do by your own self. So I made some gluten-free pizza! You know what? It wasn’t half-bad. In fact, my daughter who is suddenly refusing to eat anything gluten-free, declared it “awesome.” Continue reading
Up until about seven months ago, I don’t know if I could have given you the exact definition of gluten. In fact, I guarantee you I couldn’t tell you what foods had gluten, and what were g-free. Why would I? I’d never met a celiac, never known anyone who said they couldn’t eat gluten, never cooked or served food for a living. This is how most of the world lives, and god bless all of you clueless people with lovely digestion.
Which is why I usually try to fend for myself when I eat out, even if someone swears something is gluten-free. I realize I shouldn’t have trusted an otherwise nice lady, when she said tuna tartare on top of a fried wonton was gluten-free, but I wanted it to be. Continue reading