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Sunday, January 31, 2010

Just one of the countless reasons I heart NY...

Why am I smiling in this picture? Because I'm holding a bag contaning two boxes full of yummy gluten-free baked goods from the infamous Babycakes on Manhattan's Lower East Side (at the start of the big snowstorm that blew through in December).

New York has lots of easy gluten-free eating. I can't tell you what a treat that is.

Listen, I'm lucky to live where I do, where great food is plentiful and chefs and restaurant staffers have some familiarity with food allergies* and how to handle them. But here's what I have to do when I dine out here, especially when considering a new eatery: I check the restaurant's menu online** to see if there are at least a couple of dishes that sound like they could be gluten-free, or easily modified to be safe for me.

Once I get to the restaurant, I alert my server and ask them about the dishes I'm interested in, and then they go to the kitchen to see if I can have any of them. I've only encountered one server who didn't handle this well (and in that case, once he alerted the kitchen, they took great care of me - even made a special amuse bouche just for me, yay). I've never been glutened accidentally, and I try to be really pleasant when quizzing my servers, so it works. Often, these folks will bend over backwards to take care of me, and I really appreciate that (and make sure I show it in my tip). Again, lucky.

But it's beyond wonderful to have an entire menu of gluten-free items to choose from, as I do at several places in New York. It takes me forever to make a decision because I'm not used to having so many options when I dine out. And many of these places are ITALIAN, meaning lots of gluten-free pasta and pizza! There's even a place that's doing gluten-free Chinese, which means I get to have potstickers again....yay! And now, a Mac & Cheese place that's ohhhh soooo good. They even put gf breadcrumbs on the mac...OMFG. There are so many places in NYC with gf menus that I haven't even had a chance to try them all yet.

Yeah, I know... it sounds silly to get so excited about this, but it really is a treat to be able to eat freely in so many places, especially when it's in a city I already adore. Living gluten-free isn't as hard as you might think, but it does require attention and planning, and dining out can be the most challenging part of it. With awareness - and diagnosis - of Celiac disease and gluten intolerance growing, I look forward to more restaurants jumping on the bandwagon and doing a better job outlining what they're serving.

*It's not a food allergy, actually, but an auto-immune disorder...but it's far easier to explain in a restaurant as a food allergy...!
**I don't know how anyone managed this without the internet. So many resources out there, and some great gf food bloggers, namely Gluten-Free Girl and Celiac Chicks. Also, check out the Gluten-Free Restaurant Awareness Program.

Saturday, January 23, 2010

Read this now...

This is one of the greatest things I've read on the subject of weight.

So tired of people expecting me to be miserable because of the way I look. Kristy has eloquently described how I feel much of the time.

Friday, January 01, 2010

How Do You Measure, Measure A Year?

I keep searching for something profound to say about the year that's just ended and the new one that's begun, but I got nothin'. There were lots of highs and many lows in 2009, and one can't exist without the other, blah blah blah. I expect the same from 2010.

Jonathan Larson said it better than I could anyway.

525,600 minutes
525,000 moments so dear
525,600 minutes
How do you measure, measure a year?

In daylights? In sunsets?
In midnights, in cups of coffee?
In inches? In miles? In laughter, in strife?

In 525,6000 minutes
How do you measure a year in the life?

How about love?
How about love?
How about love?
Measure in love

Seasons of love
Seasons of love

525,600 minutes
525,000 journeys to plan
525,500 minutes
How do you measure the life of a woman or a man?

In truths that she learned?
Or in times that he cried?
In the bridges he burned?
Or the way that she died?

It's time now to sing out
Though the story never ends
Let's celebrate, remember a year in the life of friends

Remember the love
Remember the love
Remember the love
Measure in love

Measure your life in love

I'm a lucky girl, surrounded by lots of love. What else matters?

Hau'oli Makahiki Hou! Here's to more highs than lows this year, for all of us.

(I can't even hear the first few notes of this song without the waterworks starting!)