I love pie, ya’ll. I don’t love making it so much since that whole crust thing gets in the way. But as I’ve said before, and will say again and again and again, if you buy a pre-made gluten-free pie crust or use a gluten-free mix, you can rock that gf pie. Which is what I just did here with this one. Also, I did it without dairy*. What? I KNOW. Continue reading
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It’s Passover, bitches! I don’t know about you guys, but so far we’ve gone through about 8 boxes of gluten-free matzo. Matzah, or whatevs. My kids eat it like it’s candy, and I just feel obligated to grab some when I walk by because, come on, target market. This year, more than ever, the gluten-free Passover business is booming. See above for evidence. Also evidence that I will buy anything marked gluten-free.
If you’re also part of that target market then I suggest you keep Yehuda in business by picking up 12 or so boxes of your own matzo and matzo-ish products until they disappear from the shelves just like Elijah’s wine. I didn’t even know matzo farfel existed until I saw the GF version, and bam, look what I made with it!
That’s some delish gluten-free granola happening right there, folks. I got the recipe from the LA Times and just omitted that pesky fruit (I have a weird fruit thing) and went to town. It smelled as good as it tasted. In other words, I had to hide it from my greedy family so I could enjoy it my gluten-free self. Still, I am suspicious that gluten-free matzo farfel is really just gluten-free matzo crumbs. I mean, if that’s how you want to play it . . .
Sure you can hide the matzo, but if you make a lovely kale and artichoke dip (recipe in my next book, coming right up!) you can dip that gluten-free matzo right in and pretend you’re having normal crackers. Or you can buy those handy gluten-free matzo-like crackers, also by Yehuda. Also shown above in my supermarket splurge. Yehuda, you temptress.
This is the first time I “made” gluten-free matzo ball soup and I’ll be sure to actually make it next time because, damn this mix was salty! While the actual balls were quite impressive in their texture, the soup mix that came with the gluten-free matzo ball mix was not my fave. Next time I’ll bust out the chicken stock and go to town, and just use their balls. Balls.
I hope you saved room for dessert because this is the gluten-free chocolate covered matzo you’ve all been waiting for. Oddly enough, I remember using saltines to make this exact same dessert for Christmas back in Oklahoma. The only difference were the almond sprinkles on top. It’s really super simple, but the taste is out of this freaking world. Here’s how you make that magic happen: Continue reading
It may be springtime, but I’ve been rocking the crock pot all week, you guys. You see, yet again my old oven is broken, and that is not so rad for someone in the middle of developing recipes. Luckily I still have my stove top, my grill, and oh yes, a lovely crock pot.
Another awesome thing that happened is my co-worker brought me a shitton of lemons from her aunt’s tree.
While I was tempted to make cakes, pies, bars, cookies, and more sweets like that, instead I had to go no-bake. This is one reason for the lemon chicken, and also the reason in my new book you’ll see a recipe for gluten-free Limoncello. I’m also doing some lime experimentation, which I highly recommend. It’s like Sprite, but it will get you drunk. I’m assuming.
I do have to say this is a great family recipe. Which is to say, not a “I’m trying to impress my date,” recipe. It’s great, it’s solid. It’s just sometimes I have a hard time getting excited about chicken breasts. In fact, I’ve been known to turn up my nose and abandon a chicken breast dinner. Clearly, the ’80s taught me nothing.
But honestly, this was a crowd pleaser, super easy and a freaking fantastic use of lemons.
Dang, my family loves the “Chopped.” While I’m always like, “I should see if I can get on that show,” every time they’re “Pizza Night!” I realize how much gluten is up in there. You can’t make yet another bread pudding without the bread, you guys. Well, I can. But, anyhoo.
The point of me going on and on here is two-fold, 1) There should totally be a gluten-free episode of “Chopped;” and 2) Making your kids play “Chopped” for their supper when you don’t want to deal is GENIUS PARENTING.
It’s a Tuesday night and the usual is happening. Kids are in bed, we’re previewing our DVR to see what we have to look forward to and getting ready to chow the hell down. Tonight it’s a homemade chicken masala with rice (hold the naan). I did decide to bake up some Brazi bites to go with our dinner, hoping it would make the naan-less Indian food somehow better. It did! For me. O.M.G. I love Brazi bites.
I would actually not know about whether or not my husband felt satisfied with the gluten-free version, because dude rarely complains about the diet that most of the household maintains. Also, I cook a heck of a lot more so naturally I’m not making gluten up in here. That’s just silly. But just last week my husband did actually have an issue, and it was 100% my fault. Or maybe 90%, 10% genetics. Or perhaps 60% me, 20% genetics, 10% processed wheat. Or maybe it was 90% processed wheat and 10% me. Oh, who am I kidding. It was totally me.
After three years of living with gluten-free me, my husband can’t really digest the gluten so well. We were out of town last week and dining it up and sure, he availed himself of the bread basket whenevs. No judgment from me. Hey, it’s not my kitchen and I say load up and party when you can, my friend. Then we got back to the hotel, and . . . not so much.
So yeah, I feel pretty bad. Not as bad as I do for me who really, really, really can’t ever gluten, but still BAD. If this man had not been enjoying the gluten-free life (or pretending to, because, come on) he would most likely still be munching away on breadsticks happy as a clam. Well, not a clam, because he’s kind of got a shellfish thing.
What I’m trying to say is, WEIRD. I know that I react much strongly now if I get cross-contaminated than I did before I cut gluten out of my diet and ate it every damn day. I mean, it’s brutal if I get gluten’d now and when I was shoving it up in my mouth I might have at least one day where I wasn’t on the pot 18 out of the 24 hours. I’m more sensitive now to gluten, it seems, and so is he. Bummer.
I owe that guy. I owe him.
Has this ever happened to you?
Oh, and here’s how to make that yummy winter dish!