Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Gluten free Thanksgiving, dang it!
My husband is a champ. He was thrilled to discover that gluten was his nemesis for 40 years. We found the culprit and we whacked its ornery little head right off. Wha-ha-ha-haaaa!
Of course, that left him in a world where pretzels were no longer his friend. Small town bakeries were the devil. IHOP pancakes mocked him across the table. The occasional Tex Mex place sneaks in some wheat with that corn, and he pays. We are an hour from a world of options - meaning he is constantly surrounded by no-no's. It has not been easy. There is a grieving process.
But by golly, there are also ways around it, and I'm a stubborn fart.
You see, my husband does not have a major sweet tooth, but there is one dessert that is very near and dear to his heart: pie.
His mom is known for whipping up an apple and cherry pie at all major family gatherings. They are her "thing." And him staying up late to eat every last crumb is his "thing." This always occurs over the holidays. He looks forward to it. Starts salivating days before. And while this year we will not actually be in her kitchen, late at night, eating straight out of the pie pan by the light of the lamp before his dad knows we didn't leave him any ...
I shall make pies.
I shall make pies that will be delicious and will not leave him reeling the next day. I shall honor all of the changes he has had to make without so much as a hint of whining or complaining. I shall put a smile upon that sweet face, and the only misery he will experience will be bloating from overeating.
And my heart will explode when I hear that fork hitting the bottom of the pan late tomorrow night.
(photo snapped several hours after writing this post - my friend, B, of the Tacky Texans did this with our leftover GF pie crust ... I love how he was equally excited to do all of this for my husband)