Jesus, Pinterest is rad. If by rad, I mean, inspires me to make crazy awesome things while filling me with shame as I drift into housewifedom. But did you see these Twix brownies? I know! Pinterest, you tempterest. How did you know that next to Kit-Kat bars, I miss the Twix the most? It’s like you can see inside my soul and know that I crave gluten-filled junk food and apothecary decor.
Naturally I had to try my hand at gluten-freeing these crazy brownies with caramel and a cookie crunch. While the end result was more decadent dessert than highly processed candy bar, it was still super delicious. And actually pretty easy since I was able to find these gluten-free elements at my local TJs.
You can make your own gluten-free caramel sauce and brownies, but why would you? You’ve got Twix brownies to make. Here’s how you make that bizness. You’re welcome. Continue reading
Why? Because I like you.
This seems like the perfect way to end a week — with fizzy, lemonade drinks that your kids totally cannot drink. So put those whipper-snappers to bed, and mix up one of these delicious, naturally gluten-free, summer refreshers that will make you forget about your craptacular week. If you had one, that is. For those of you who won the lottery, had a baby, or just happen to have a ton of self-esteem, you can drink to celebrate. Everybody wins!
Anyone can take a bottle of lemonade and Bacardi and put it in a squirt bottle and call it a night, but try to fancy up your lemonade with the muddling of fruits, the hints of ginger, or some fizzy bubble action. Start with these:
Add your fave liquor, and voila!
Of course some people might say you’re drinking gluten when you throw down a liquor because there’s this whole thing this week about a gluten label that won’t include your best friend, whiskey. I’m calling bullshit on that. And you should too. Drink up!
Here are my three most favorite lemonade drinks for the boozy set: Continue reading
Here’s the thing. I don’t even like ketchup. Plus, ketchup is (most of the time) totally gluten-free. So why, pray tell, did I decide it was a good idea to make up some ketchup in my own home? Sterilizing the jars, spending hours slaving over something that you can buy pretty cheaply at the store. Something that I don’t even like to eat.
You know when you have kids, and they start doing things like making suggestions that seem wise beyond their years, one can cave. Which is what happened when my daughter pointed out we had all of these gorgeous fresh tomatoes from our CSA, but we probably wouldn’t eat them before they went bad. Hey, she said, why not make ketchup? Why not, indeed, I said.
Here’s why not. Ketchup making is laborious, and not so satisfying. Still, I made ketchup, bitches! Here’s how.
I used to love you, but you tried to kill me.
So here’s some good, and horrible, news. I do believe I’ve — at least partially — gotten to the bottom of some of my gluten’ing. Thanks to lovely reader Katherine Kelley, I discovered wheat starch in my generic Tylenol from Safeway. Imagine that! Thanks for that tip I would have never, ever, considered that, Katherine. And seriously, WTF?
Additionally, and this totally falls under the “shame on me” category, there’s gluten in my Skinny Vanilla Latte. Apparently I’m the kind of gal who has to learn hard lessons biannually, as I clearly forgot why I swore I would never go back to Starbucks. (Also, I just know I’ll be in line again before the week is out. What’s wrong with me? Don’t answer that.) Here’s the response I received when I asked Starbucks HQ about my go-to treat, since the people actually working in Starbucks did not seem to be clued into the gluten scene: Continue reading
Oats. The bane of many a celiac’s existence. Can you eat them, can you not eat them? Are they all junked up with flour, or are they totally cool? Why so complicated, oats? This is why when Bob’s Red Mill serves up the gluten-free quick cooking oats, and the delicious steel cut oats, it’s time to get your oat on. Like I did last year when I made up some gluten-free Monster Cookies and gluten-free oatmeal muffins and entered Bob’s Spar for the Spurtle Oatmeal Recipe Contest which includes a trip to Portland, Oregon and potentially, Scotland.
All this for enjoying some delicious oat treats.
So you’ve got to grab some of these gf steel cut oats and get to recipe making, because duh, Portland. But also you can bring much pride to the good people at Bob’s Red Mill if you are chosen to represent them in the great Spurtle race across the pond. That was a really fun sentence, yes?
Last year I entered the contest too, and for some crazy reason I totally didn’t win. Redonkulous, no? But this year, I’m going all granola bar and let’s see if this is a winner. Thus far, these gluten-free bars are a hit in my house, since I just ate three of them for breakfast. Fast, easy, and super yum.
Now, go enter that contest! And see how you can make a lovely granola bar your own selves.
So I got to do this super awesome thing last Saturday night at the Dodgers vs. Padres game here in LA. As part of the Los Angeles Dodgers’ Digital Series, food bloggers were invited inside the stadium to romp on the field, meet players, stalk the press box, and take a gander at all of the amazing food Dodger Stadium has to offer. But first, meet Nancy Bea Hefley, the Dodgers’ very talented organist since 1988 –
Oh, you also want to see what player I got to talk to about local restaurants? It was mother-scratchin’ Andre Ethier, who is almost as adorable as Nancy.
Yes, it was totally cool. And yes, at least some of my motivation was to make my husband incredibly jealous. The other thing I was excited to discover (obvs) was how much gluten-free goodness was available the next time I headed out to the ball park. It turns out, it all depends on your seats. Continue reading
Now it is, anyway. Before it was just a thing for the norms. But since I gluten-freed a sweet-tea pie, this totally weird dessert can also be eaten by you, the gluten hater. Here’s how this craziness happened.
After I stopped throwing things and crying, I decided this weekend would most definitely begin to look up if I went to work out with Richard Simmons and had pie. In that order. In another stroke of good luck, I happened to pick up a free download of the latest ebook from Tasting Table at Starbucks, so I had a very enjoyable browse through some recipe porn. The star of that particular show was this, the Sweet -Tea Pie.
Apparently this hot number came from Lucy’s Fried Chicken in Austin, Texas. Where I obviously can’t eat anymore, but surely would have pre-diagnosis had I know this amazingness existed. You guys, there is so much gluten in this original recipe that I paused momentarily as I considered whether all that work was worth it. Then I remembered who I am and that I always have a frozen gluten-free pie crust in my freezer. Win!
So while the original recipe calls for an incredibly complicated chilled pie crust before you even get to the sweet-tea filling — gluten-free kids, just grab one from the freezer. Seriouslys. Let it thaw out, but not warm up and you’re good to go. The crust does not matter when you’ve got 2 1/2 sticks of butter (cubed) as one of the ingredients in this custard pie. This is what that looks like:
Yep, it’s basically a butter pie.
This reminds me a heck of a lot of my Grandma Faye’s chess pie, but fancied up a bit. There is a bit of a tea taste in the back of your mouth after you take a bite, which is super fun and summery. That really is the main difference (other than the process by which it is made) from my grandmother’s recipe. Also, granny did not use 11 egg yolks in her recipe or 2 1/2 sticks of butter. Holy cholesterol, people.
Here’s how you can get your arteries all clogged up and delicious this summer. Continue reading
Wow, the gluten-free diet does suck, does it not? From travelling, to going to PTA meetings with donuts-a-plenty, to visiting relatives who secretly hate you — there are a zillion ways things can go horribly awry. Which is why I have been amazed at my own ability to not eat gluten — intentionally, anyway — ever. Well, okay, there was that one time I drank a beer because I was slightly encouraged to give it a shot, on account of the lack of wheat. And I’m horrible at peer pressure. But I’m never going to do that again, because that was dumb.
Imagine my surprise when I discovered maybe my gluten-free diet isn’t so gluten-free after all. Did I say surprise? How about tears followed by raging anger followed by crazy regret at not making one ounce of that gluten count. I could have had croissants, people. Pastries!!!! It turns out, gluten really does sneak into you even when you think you’ve got its number. (It’s number, by the way, is 666.)
Yep, I had one of those follow-up endoscopy things today and guess what? I’m totally fucked!
Also gluten-free. Also from Austin.
Of course it makes zero sense to travel to Austin, Texas in July. Yet, I just did! It was my mom’s birthday this weekend, so I braved the scorching temperatures and mosquito attacks and ate myself gluten-free silly in the Celiac Capital of the World. And thanks to ATX Gluten-Free, I made a discovery of epic proportions: My favorite sub shop can be enjoyed by the intolerant. Woooooot! (Okay, second favorite but Delaware Subs is still loving that gluten.)
While I hit the usual spots that are totally gluten-free friendly (Frank, Guero’s) and braved the very, very, very, not gluten-friendly (Chuy’s, Threadgill’s), I made a few new discoveries this trip. One, is that the Omni Hotel has a pool on the roof! Thanks, Ginger. Oh, and they also offer gluten-free toast and the like at their breakfast buffet. Two, Alamo Drafthouse has a gluten-free designation on their menu, and they serve up a gluten-free beer! Three, the new’ish Whole Foods on S. Lamar is the most amazing store in the entire world. And four, Thundercloud Subs has just satisfied my year-and-a-half longing to walk into a sub shop and order a delicious turkey and cheese sammy. Lookee. Continue reading
At least one of us could eat the chips
You know when you know something, but you don’t really want to know it so you just ignore it and hope it goes away? That’s kind of how I felt about Chuy’s, my formerly favorite restaurant in Austin, Texas (besides, Frank, obvs). The quirky Elvis-loving home of gen-u-ine Tex-Mex, I never missed an opportunity to enjoy a swirl margarita and my favorite burrito when I was in town, which is of course, smothered in queso. (Not the margarita — never the margarita.)
Sure I go around saying that Mexican food is a good friend to the gluten intolerant, and it is. But Tex-Mex relies so often on the flour tortilla, that it is in fact, your enemy. That’s right, I said it. Tex-Mex is your enemy. Go ahead and put Tex-Mex on your shit list. A fact which was proven when I dared to return to Chuy’s (not to be confused with Chevy’s) last night.