Cooking
I’ve cooked more in the last two weeks than I have since I first got married- You know, back when I thought I absolutely had to cook everything or fail at life. I’ve roasted gardens of garlic, tried lamb for the first time, got poisoned by an innocent-looking of supposedly free from everything bbq sauce, and I’ve generally had a good time. My house smells like I have a herd of Italian grandmothers running free-range through it.
So the bbq sauce incident- I’m still waiting for that crap to leave my system. When the sites you read say that you really DO care about shared equipment or shared facilities: BELIEVE THEM. I’m usually good with shared equipment with gluten. Oy veh, not with caesin. My bbq sauce was not made with any evil ingredients but it was made in a facility that shared space with evil ingredients and hoo-boy did cross contamination happen. So while my first go at pulled pork was technically a success, it was epic fail in that I managed to poison myself anyway. Originally, I thought I was feeling off because a house burned down to the foundations the same day in town, since burning houses give off all sorts of horrible chemicals and such. But then I decided it was the sauce. So from now on, if I don’t want to make my own bbq sauce (and I don’t), I’m going to have to order it from allergygrocer.com.
So about this house. Yeah. Someone upstairs has hemorrhoids for more than me and the people I know. Apparently the divine realms are out of PrepH and Tucks Medicated Pads. House burnt down to the ground and the people who own it lost everything including their pets.
Bought some Water Kefir grains a few days ago. The grains arrived today. I’m hoping to substitute water kefir for milk kefir in my diet and also for yogurt because I can’t find soy or coconut yogurt anywhere. My grains are doing their thing in a mason jar hidden away in a cupboard. After a few goes to get them situated, I am wanting to brew coconut kefir. Supposedly you can do that. With coconut milk, not coconut water. Yeah. We’ll see about that. If anything, at least I’ll have some probiotic sodaish drink thing.
Mother, now informed about my new allergy, has decided she will listen to me again. Provided I talk to her about cooking things. If I talk about cooking, she will give me her attention. Do not stray from cooking to colds or period cramps or anything non-food related. Cooking. Cooking. Cooking. At first mother thought I should be able to have milk every now and then. Buh? I had to explain to her that this was the new celiac disease. No milk. Ever again. None. No goat’s milk, no skim milk, no sheep’s milk. No, no, no, no, no, no. I guess she took it pretty good once she understood what sort of reaction I had. I guess. At least she’ll listen to me again. Sort of.
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