Sometimes I cheat. With food. Oh yes, I do. It happens. I’m not proud of it.
Not on gluten, though. Never on gluten. I am happy to say that it’s been over 2 years since I willingly ingested gluten, and over a year since I was accidentally poisoned with the stuff.
No, I’m talking about nightshades. God, I miss nightshades! Tangy tomato salsa, roasted eggplant, chunky mashed potatoes, spicy red enchilada sauce.
Ragu alla bolognese.
Last night I couldn’t take it anymore, and we had a rich, meaty bolognese sauce over Tinkyada fettuccine.
Today I’m suffering; but last night, I was happy.