So, I think that I might be gluten intolerant. How does one determine such nonsense? Well, you stop eating bread for a few months, feel absolutly maaaavalooos daahling for said few months, then eat your self a sandwich. And feel like crap. No, much worse than crap: Crappy Crap.
In an effort to eliminate wheat and wheat like substances from my kitchen I have been shocked out of my wits. What does one eat, when one has no freakin' bread? Well, this very question is why I find myself sitting at the library at 6pm on a rainy Tuesday night. Research people, research. So far I have done more blogging/reading than actual "research" but hey, I am working toward that end, just slooowly. Slowly because I really don't want to know what to eat instead of the nice fluffy bread I have been pulling from my oven lately. No, that oatmeal cinnamon swirl bread is neither gluten free nor on my actual diet, but....
Life is stressful and eating a slice of bread slathered with homemade butter just makes life better somehow. Right?
So, I guess that I don't really feel that bad after all.