From time to time, I find the need to update this page. Like everyone else, I’m always evolving: sometimes for the better, sometimes for the worse. Since my Celiac dx in Nov 2007, I’ve devoted a great deal of energy and time to developing the recipes you see on this blog (and many that are still in development). My initial motivation was sheer disappointment at the commercial products availible to us in the specialty gluten-free market. I refuse to continue to pay exorbinant prices for substandard foodstuffs. So now I make my own.
I learned to cook and bake from my grandmother and aunt, mostly from watching. My grandmother was from Northern Florida and moved to the Missouri Ozarks, bringing and fusing the cuisine of her world with that of my grandfather. My aunt learned and refined many of the recipies and I’ve updated many as well. My culinary tastes run the gambit: if it’s edible and gluten-free, I’ll eat it. My favorite cuisines are the dishes of simple people: cajun and creole, asian street food, latin american cuisine, european influenced soups and stews, middle eastern plant proteins… the list goes on and on.
I like to cook and I like to garden. The two seem to make sense together: this way I can be involved in all stages of the production of fresh and delicious foods.
My Celiac took over a decade and, depending on who you ask, as many as two to diagnose. Because of this, I have a lot of medical issues and my whole body tends to be out of whack. Like most Celiacs, I am also suffering from many of the sister diseases that so commonly follow CD: hypothyroidism, megaloblastic anaemia, fibromyalgia and migraines are my biggest struggles. Most of the time I manage, but I do have times when I just can’t seem to make it all work and everything falls apart.
Despite that, I think that I tend to keep a pretty upbeat tone. I always try to remember that no matter how unfair I think life has been, someone else has it worse. So, I have an autoimmune disease… somebody else might have an inoperable brain tumor, or a critically ill child… and I think that’s much worse, personally. That’s pretty much it, my philosophy on life: good food from deep roots, remembering my limits but working around them, and not forgetting that things could be worse. Call it simple, call it stupid… it is my own.