Ramblings on Celiac, food allergies, cooking, and food snobbery, with pictures and some recipes. And now with geocentric South Texas goodness.
What WOULD Bekki Eat?
Well, I'll start with what I wouldn't eat. I wouldn't eat margarine. Or tofu. Or lowered-fat anything. Olestra is right out. Hydrolyzed, isolated, evaporated, enriched, or chocolateflavored "phood" won't pass these lips. What will I eat? Real food. Made-at-home food. Food that my great-great-grandmother could have made, if she had the money and the time. And if she hadn't been so busy trick-riding in a most unladylike way.
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
Another oldye but a goodye... do we know how to party, or what?
I am many things... all at the same time. (No wonder I don't get much done!) I am a wife to a retired infantryman, mother of 3, stocker (and stalker) of the fridge, passionate fan of food, nutrition, ecology, coffee, wine, and college football.
I love all things witchy and piratey.
I often cook with booze.
I feed stray cats.
I don't believe in sunscreen.
I don't like shoes and really hate socks. And I currently can't eat any gluten, dairy, eggs, soy, coconut(!?), or sodium metabisulfite (aw, shucks, no chemical snackies.) Sometimes even citric acid gets me. But only sometimes.