The Calm Before the Storm

I decided to start this blog because I was starting to get fellow Celiac followers on my personal blog that had hardly any gluten free fun at all. Most of it was just me complaining about random things or making horrible exaggerations that usually include David Bowie. For the next six weeks I will be finishing up a cleanse and preparing myself for the hurricane that is about to rip through my household, creating all sorts of gluten-free concoctions in my quest to find the best of everything. For the past year I have been making due with what I had, only buying two or three loaves of rice bread. After tasting that awful store bought bread, that I compare to eating a kitchen sponge, I decided to just do without. Due to the awfulness and deprivation of goods, I cheated on occasion and this had me doubled over at my desk cursing that bag of Oreos. I have decided no more, just because you have a food allergy does not mean that you have to suffer. I am bound and determined to find all of the recipes so good, no one can tell the difference and on occasion prefer the gluten free. We all know it is hard to compare once you have been away from it for so long, so I am subjection my gluten loving husband to the slavery of being my guinea pig and forcing him to try recipe after recipe and give his honest feedback as well. In the past I have made some gluten free treats that he critiqued as, "tasting like old people," so I hope I can find something that doesn't taste of Pine sol and dust. As for now, I am stocking up on gluten free cooking essentials and trying to convince my husband that I could possibly die if I don't get a Bosch mixer right away. I am pretty sure he is getting sick of me hanging onto his ankles, laying on the floor like a four year old and begging for that glorious piece of machinery. I can tell everyone right now that a mixer is essential to bread making, we made a few loaves by hand and they came out of the oven looking like Sponge Bob Square Pants after he had just been run over by an eighteen wheeler. I would also like to mention the time my "fluffy rolls" ended up hockey pucks for the Utah Grizzlies. So here we go, I am throwing myself into this so far that it becomes an obsession and I can make the meanest batch of peanut butter chocolate kiss cookies with my eyes shut, while juggling kitchen appliances on a unicycle.