Sometimes a gluten-free reality bites.
Today, when my sister gets burned cause in Wyoming she can't find or afford to buy stinking doughnuts, and she has to make her own. Being GF Bites!
Today, when my focaccia bread doesn't raise and tastes like chewy cardboard triangle cut-outs, gluten free bites!
Today, when my soup is disgusting and I have to bake those stinking biscuits from the pop-out can for the rest of the family, and they turn out looking delectable, and I can't eat them, gluten-free bites!
Today, when I spend two hours wandering through a "regular" grocery store searching for gluten-free items with the handy-dandy g-f store label (dark brown), and I can't even get to fifty bucks to get the five-dollar off coupon, even if I buy xanthan gum, then living a gluten-free reality bites!
I'm pretty sure that tomorrow I'll wake up re-energized and reinvigorated and when I do, watch out
I'm biting back.
Thanks Mindy for calling me and telling me that there is no happiness in this world greater than waffles from my mix. You are the salt of the earth and the sugar that keeps me stuck to this keyboard, writing this blog. Next time, leave a comment--even just Yum will keep me attempting to turn this stuff called GF into real food.