I have been thinking about going gluten-free for a while, and then after suddenly suffering various allergic reactions, despite never having had any allergies, I decided it was time to give it a try.
It’s quite an easy decision to make, especially now our supermarkets have great selections of gluten-free foods, but what I didn’t really think about was the transition. So after deciding to go gluten-free I went to my kitchen to get some lunch and realised that everything in my cupboard had gluten in it. Ah. Slight hitch. I couldn’t exactly just throw out my entire cupboard and start again, and I couldn’t expect The Boy to eat it all. Don’t get me wrong he wouldn’t complain and he’d manage it, but it would take him a while and, more importantly, I’d have to cook two lots of food every evening to make it happen.
So instead of cutting out from day one, I’ve been cutting down. Breakfast and lunch I’ve gone gluten free, and when we have something glutenous for dinner, I’ve just been having a smaller portion. The cupboard supplies are starting to go down, though still I need to do some baking and get through some of the flours stashed in the cupboard, and I’m starting to replace them with gluten free products. Doves Farm is my saviour, but more about that another time.
So you can expect some posts on here documenting the trials and tribulations of my new gluten-free life. Baking successes and failures (in fact there are two coming up shortly!) and no doubt various rants about lovely treats I can no longer eat. Or drink. Like beer. I had beer on Thursday night. Friday morning I looked like I was about to give birth to a beach ball. Who’d have thought the effect would be that drastic after just a couple of weeks? Cider it is.
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