A Disclaimer

It is really important for you to understand that I cannot cook.  Up until a few months ago, my reputation as a sub-par cook was known and the butt of a few jokes by those who know me quite well (my husband and childhood best friend/college roommate).  I have never had the patience for cooking (or an interest really).  Cooking shows bored me.  Cooking books remained on my book shelf with pristine uncracked spines- except for my copy of Five Roses cookbook, which was stained and battered from my feeble culinary attempts.  I also tend to blame my Junior High cooking teacher, Mrs K, a burly squat woman with a swarthy upper lip and no sense of humor .  It is rumored that Mrs K used to drive logging camp crummies before taking the task of scaring (and scarring) young impressionable children with such culinary delicacies as Tomato Soup Cake and Buttermilk Biscuits made from powder milk.  The only things I learned after three years with Mrs K was that I couldn't cook and I hated powder milk (something I still maintain today).

So why the sudden interest?  Why, in my mid-thirties, am I pouring over cookbooks, looking up recipes on the Internet, and actually watching Jamie Oliver (not that he's difficult to watch)?  Because now I  have to take a keen interest in what I eat; and because I can't always find gluten-free versions of my favourite.  I am not satisfied with accepting that I can't eat certain food due to being a Celiac; instead, I see my new diet as a challenge.  I am fully aware of what I can't eat; however, I am not willing to be limited.  I relish the challenge of making tasty gluten-free food that not only satisfies me, but also my family and friends. Bring it on........

That said, I am still looking for satisfying fish and chips..........and cinnamon buns.  Sigh.