Like a dog with a bone, I have become fixated on finding 100% gluten-free buckwheat noodles. Literally out of no where, I have decided that I want to eat them, either in a piping hot spicy soup or a cool sweet salad (talk about going with polar opposites). Problem? So far, every package I have managed to find, in 4 stores and counting, all list wheat flour as the first ingredient.
I know the illusive gf buckwheat noodle exists; and it was my hope to venture down to Chinatown with my 9 mth old daughter strapped to my chest as we braved the crowded sidewalks full of spilling produce and shoppers not paying attention. Now the gods have conspired against me as rain and hail falls, creating a hostile environment that goes beyond "April showers bring...". And so, like Ahab, I am left with my single-minded pursuit to find my Moby Dick.....funny the things we get caught up on.
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