the gf pretzel experiment... not bad right out of the oven
Damn it! Sometimes it really sucks being gluten free. Sometimes we spend half a weeks pay on gluten free groceries that have dissappointing outcomes. Like bagels. Sometimes they're light and fluffy, sometimes they're dry as a bone and more suited for hammering tacks into the wall. One thing for sure, Celiac is NOT a low-income friendly disease. And there is no health care coverage for GF food. Sucky. Suck. Suck.
So, every once and a while I get off my ass and take the time (usually 2-3 hours) to make GF cookies or bread from scratch. But, this is time consuming. And I have many many on Demand episodes of The City, to watch (seriously Olivia! You really need a bitch-slap... and you're cousin Nevin is gross. And creepy. and totally using you.)... so I don't always have the time. Or the patience. Or the 17 different flour blends plus xanthum gum that it takes to make a friggin cookie. In other words, it's a pain in the ass.
Thank Shiva for companies like this. Better Batter makes it easy for me to bake without making it into a chemistry final exam that I usually screw up. And to make matters even more joyous- they provide financial aid for deserving low-income families like mine to make the products even more accessable. Yay for economically conscious smarty pants like Better Batter!
But what happens when my little man makes a very very poor choice because he's so darn sick and tired of saying "no thank you... I can't eat that"? Last weekend he popped a handful of his sisters contraband Goldfish crackers in him mouth and tried to keep it a secret. This boy can't keep secrets. He's always ratting himself out. A plus for us in many situations.
I understand that strong pull to eat gluten. I swear sometimes I dream that I'm cramming those divine, buttery little chocolate chip cookies that come in a tub from Trader Joes into my mouth and then swishing with mouth wash to cover it up.
And then I fall over in painful, cold sweat induced stomach cramps... I'm dying! I'm dying! Oh- wait- I was only dreaming that I did this to myself.
And he did it on purpose, knowing that he shouldn't.
Look- I'm not an idiot. I know that he's going to make these choices for himself that may jeapordize his health or may maintain his health. The only thing I can do is arm him with knowledge and encourage him to ask the right questions and be an advocate for himself. I ask him to be a champion for his own health. Don't eat the fucking goldfish! Just don't!