I’ve been scouring the web for gluten-free or easily-modified recipes the last several weeks, and there are some good things out there. As I’ve been acquiring supplies and looking for food to make, I realized rather than trying to make a clean break with the unhealthy eating habits I have, I’ve been trying to replicate them as closely as possible. I’m also rebelling against the diagnosis (like one does so often) and am trying to have my gluten-free-but-still-tasty cake and eat it, too.
For example, currently in my oven is a brownie pudding. The recipe called for regular flour, but I’m trying a 1:1 replacement with Bob’s Red Mill Gluten-Free All-Purpose Flour and 1/8 teaspoon of xanthan gum. I think I got a little too much gum, but we’ll see how it all goes.
Here’s the thing, though; I don’t need that brownie pudding. We all know I could stand to do without it. But the other thing is this: It is in my nature to want things I’ve been told I can’t have. If something is my decision, my call, I’m much more okay with something that isn’t. I realize some of this is simple human nature for many of us. We like control. Some of us, on the other hand, are perfectly fine accepting things we can’t have, and I so admire them. I aspire to be like them.
Not there yet.
Throughout the day, I’ve been cobbling together a post about the systematic chemical removal I’ve been working on. It’s taking more time than I thought, what with the gathering of the links and the being at work and what have you. I hope to have it up later tonight, but I’m so very sleepy. Tomorrow, for sure.
For now, I shall perch, vulture-like, over the oven – waiting for the brownie pudding. That I shouldn’t have.
And that hopefully won’t taste like ass.
[One hour later] Remember when I wrote about being healthier and not approximating my old eating habits? Yeah, forget about all that. I just pulled the brownie pudding out of the oven. It is amazing. Goodbye, forever…