The Secret Life of a Celiac

I've deleted my "Secret Life of a Celiac" blog and will, instead, be posting my gluten-free cooking adventures here.

I was at the grocery store yesterday looking at all the gluten free flours.

Buckwheat.
Sorghum.
Potato.
Coconut.
Brown Rice.
White Rice.
Oat.
Corn.
Bean, and more...

As I stared at these flours I felt an overwhelming desire to purchase them all, and start going to town on brownie, cookie, cake and pie crust recipes.

I resisted that urge, but I don't know how much longer I will be able to hold out. I want to find the perfect gluten free recipes for the following:
brownies
pie crust
canales
cupcakes
pastry dough

If that means I have to make a tray of brownies every day for a month, then I guess that is what I'll have to do!! It's a shame you all don't live closer so I could test these products on you :)

I bet you didn't know.

I bet you'd never guess that I, some alien behind a Macbook, am a writer. Even more surprisingly, a painter, a singer, a flute and piano player and one helluva cook.

I am sitting here, next to an empty plate. I made the perfect pavlova earlier. The larger part of it looks slightly sad now, sitting cut in half on a cookie sheet.... but it won't have to worry much longer. Soon, it will be gone... joyfully eaten by all who pass by.

Poor poor pavlova.

Pavlova makes me think of my friend. Take away the "a" at the end, and you've got him. He's an interesting fella. I dunno if he'd actually consider me a friend... but my guess is... well, yeah, probably. I don't usually tell people all my secrets the first time I hang out with him - but that's what I did. He knows me better than a lot of people. I wonder if he can remember all the things I said. It's probably better for him to forget. You're probably confused, but that's okay - it's not for you to know.

School is starting up again. Back to school.... back to school :/ ... yuck. To be honest, school and I have never been great friends. I hate it, it hates me. I have no real motivation to impress teachers, and frankly, they don't really want to be impressed. If I write a sucky paper it doesn't mean they aren't getting paid. They don't care. Why should I? Oh ... because it's my future? Hmm. Well, I could always drop out 3/4 of the way through and go to Le Cordon Bleu. I'd love to cook for a living. People don't sigh or moan when you hand them the perfect piece of pineapple upside down cake or serve them a homemade chicken pot pie.
People DO moan and sigh when you say, even with enthusiam, "today we are going to diagram sentences" or when you hand them Lord of the Flies. I am going to be the enemy... and at the end of the day people will find refuge with their hot meals and tasty desserts and curse my name.

I think my younger brother is trying to imitate an elephant seal.
I better go watch.