When I first went g-free I remember someone telling me to try non-Western food. After all, we’re the ones who seem to have an obsession with battered food covered in gravy. Or perhaps that’s just me. But after diving into sushi and later learning that soy sauce was actually chock-full of wheat, I became wary of eating anything that I did not know how to prepare myself. This is, of course, a bummer.
Other than one super easy dish (thanks Debbie Koenig!) I haven’t even attempted to make Indian food. But after taking a chance on ordering out this weekend, and realizing what the freak I’ve been missing, I’m now committed to learning how to make this stuff. This delicious, spicy, luscious, stuff. Or rather, my husband has promised to give it a shot. Same thing? Continue reading