So I have celiac disease, aka, a wicked reaction to gluten as a result of an auto-immune disease. As someone who has written about, eaten, and adored food this diagnosis was kind of a buzz kill. But as someone who is pretty sure I can re-imagine fried food and bread sticks, I’m confident I can give gluten the ass-kicking it deserves.
And it deserves a big one, as I recently discovered that my mother has been suffering from gluten ataxia, and my little girl is also in the celiac club. WTF, people.
You can also read more of my ramblings on parenting, current events, and whatever blows my skirt up around the world wide web. Need some gluten-free advice? You can find me at Living Without. I also enjoy the occasional nostalgic trip.
Comments? Recipes? Super duper tips about rad gf fried chicken? You can reach me at firstname.lastname@example.org.