CB likes food, too

Sometimes I'm so selfless, I make food for people I can't even eat! Now that I'm truly getting better from my surgery, I'm trying to do more things when I'm not grading essays.  This week, I made a lunch (and dinner) for CB that had prawns -- a food I am VERY allergic to -- but was actually gluten-free.  I made myself a dinner out of the non-prawny leftovers with a wee bit of chicken cooked with the same flavours but with olive oil instead of the butter.  I'm pretty sure this would be tasty without any meat if you amp up the veggies a bit more.  Any veggies could go well with it, I think.  If you substituted the butter, you could even make it vegan!

Prawn and Veggie Quinoa

Ingredients
prawns -- 8-9 per person, I cheated and bought peeled & cooked, but it was to be sure I wasn't in too much contact with them
1 cup quinoa
2 cups water (plus some in a bowl)
1 vegetable stock cube (optional)
handful of black olives, pitted
handful of cherry tomatoes
handful of green beans
half-head of broccoli
1 lime
little gem lettuce -- or small romaine leaves
fresh coriander leaves -- cilantro on that side of the ocean
a few tablespoons of butter
garlic powder
chili flakes
black pepper

Hardware
mixing bowl
a couple of pots and pans (at least one pot with a lid)
stove
bowl
fine mesh strainer
colander
assorted metal cooking utensils
knife

Directions
Pour the quinoa into the mesh strainer and rinse under water for about two minutes, rubbing the grains within your fingers.  This step is important because quinoa can taste bitter and woody if you don't remove the natural outer coating.  Some quinoa comes pre-scrubbed, but I still give it a go-over.  In a decent-sized pot, melt enough butter to coat the bottom. Toss in the quinoa and stir vigorously until you get a nutty scent.  If, like me, you have spent most of your life nasally-impaired, this takes about 45 seconds to a minute.  Pour the water over the quinoa and stir.  When the water begins to boil, cover and simmer for 15 minutes.  If there is still water in the pan, re-cover and let it continue to simmer until all the water evaporates.  Turn off the heat and let it stand uncovered for five minutes.  Dump it into the mixing bowl and fluff with a fork.

Boil water in another pot with a bit of sea salt.  Chop broccoli into bite-sized pieces.  I cooked the broccoli and the green beans together because, well, I don't see why not.  Cook to your desired consistency, drain, and dunk immediately in a bowl of cold water for a minute or so.

Cut the green beans into manageable pieces.  Drop it and the broccoli into the mixing bowl with the quinoa.  Cut the olives in half and toss in the quinoa.  Chop the coriander roughly (I used herb scissors I got as a wedding present that made me feel very special indeed) into the mix.  Toss it all together until it is well-mixed.

Ok, I tried to get a little fancy with the tomatoes.  I cut them in half and put them in a very hot, heavy-bottomed pan -- NOT flat side down.  If you put them flat side down, the heat will pull the seeds out and get gunky. But, the magic is, if you leave them down on one round part and leave them there for a couple of minutes, they will char on that side and create a sweetness throughout the whole bite.  Just make sure to remove them before they start smoking and dump them in the mixing bowl.

Now for the prawns!  I don't generally cook things I'm allergic to, so I'm glad these came out as well as they did.  I put a fair amount of butter in a pan -- more than I thought was needed, actually.  Toss in the garlic powder, chili flakes, and black pepper. Squeeze half the lime (don't worry about trying too hard) into the butter and spice mixture and stir it all around.  When it's nice and bubbly and coating the entire pan surface -- and then some! -- place the prawns in one at a time.  I like to place them into the pan clockwise, so I know what order to flip them.  After about 30 seconds, swirl the pan around.  After another 30 seconds, flip them over.  Do the same again.  Obviously, if you have uncooked prawns to started, you're going to need to cook them more.  I have no idea about that.

Place the lettuce leaves out on a plate. Spoon the quinoa mixture on top of them. Place the prawns on top.  Offer up lime wedges for an extra tang.

Here is CB's lunch box for Monday. It may not look like it, but there was a TON of quinoa packed in there (and a lime wedge in the wee box).

Gluten-free facts, part 2

1.  When you first stop eating gluten, your body will be very confused.  You will likely get hungry all the time.  My suggestion is, for the first week or so (listen to your body!), really up your protein intake.  Don't immediately move to gluten-free substitutions unless you have to because your body will grab hold of them and immediately slow down its processing.  I carried around turkey jerky in my handbag.  Yes, it was super-classy.

2.  Your energy levels will probably hit an all-time low for the first couple of days after leaving behind gluten.  I don't suggest moving to a gluten-free diet when you have a big meeting or when your kids have a weekend full of baseball practices.  That being said, if you look at your calendar and find yourself making excuses for every few days, JUST DO IT.  After the low comes the best all-time energy high you have probably experienced in your entire life.  I swear, I think my eyes were even bigger!  Everyone began complimenting me -- did I lose weight? did I change my hair?  I just took the things my body saw as poisons out of my body!

3.  As far as pasta is concerned, brown rice pastas are the best.  They hold their texture and really hold up to overcooking.  The first time I made baked macaroni without wheat pasta, I tried a mostly-corn pasta.  I cooked it according to the directions, and it was a little soggy.  However, once I added the rest of the ingredients, it didn't hold up.  I was left with a wet pasta mush at the bottom of the dish with too-thick sauce along the top.  It was gross.  I eventually tried again with a brown rice pasta, and it was perfect.  I couldn't tell the difference between it and the wheat version.

4.  In the first part of my gluten-free facts, I mentioned that it's better to make your own sauces.  Honestly, if you have the time, it will always pay off to make any of your own gluten-free foods than to buy them.  I'd say the exception is probably bread because baking bread is not something everyone enjoys or can do.  I don't say that to be offensive.  My first loaf of gluten-free bread was a gluey mess. It made me not want to try again.

5.  Gluten affects everyone differently, not just those with gluten allergies/intolerances and not.  I need things to be handled carefully, using different utensils for my food and to make sure they don't touch.  I need precautions with things that you might never even consider -- even though the crumbs fall through a toaster, all those gluteny crumbs are heating up all over your gluten-free bread!  If you're less sensitive, please be understanding to people who take more precautions than you do.  If you're more sensitive, please be understanding that not everyone has to jump through all the same hoops as you do.  Neither one is doing it to be belligerent, so please don't act as though you know what's best for someone else.

One lie about cupcakes and one curiosity fulfilled

As I mentioned in my last post, CB got a job.  We have started and ended house-hunting, and, for those of you crossing your fingers for me, I got a great kitchen and a yarn room that I don't have to share (except with this spoiled rotten little gem).

Until we move in, I'm basically chronicling thoughts and meals, which, admittedly, isn't the most interesting way to keep a food blog.  Every time I think about getting into creative mode in the kitchen, I'm confronted with the idea that this is not-my-kitchen and these are not-my-things.  So, back to CB got a job, and we looked at houses.

The day that he found out he had gotten the job, I decided he needed a little something of recognition. I spoil him, I do.  I secretly arranged with the woman who made our wedding cake to make a tiny congratulations cake for him.  The best part of her cakes is that not only are they tasty, but they have little clay figurines on top.  I dare say more people commented on how good our little figures looked on the big day than commented on how good we looked!

The reason I mention the cake, besides just being very tickled by it, is that The Little Cupcake Cafe is one of the few places in Belfast to get a decent gluten-free treat.  I had already arranged with CB's mother to help me pick up the cake, but it was turning into a logistical nightmare to try to get it without him knowing.  Thus, the little white cupcake lie.

Ah, yes, the sunny days of house-hunting.  While the rain was holding off, we decided a constructive use of our time was to simply take a taxi to a nice neighbourhood and walk until our feet fell off.  We made notes of real estate agencies and houses that looked pleasant.  We walked, got a little sunburned, and ended up with just about nothing once we looked up the prices.  We kept fairly good moods, considering the poor luck we were having.

Until Cake Day.

We were well across town from the shop, and I declared that I wanted a cupcake.  An hour later, it escalated to my needing a cupcake.  Another hour and CB was simply refusing me a cupcake.  Never mind that we were too far away for either of us to do anything about it.  By the end of our house search, I said that I was going to get a cupcake because his mother wouldn't like to hear of his refusing me a simple pleasure; she would surely drive me to get one.  She played along brilliantly, feigning exasperation at her son and immediately driving to the only shop which could provide me with what I wanted.

We sat down for a cup of tea and a cupcake.  Cathy, the fondant artiste, silently showed me the cake and placed it behind the till.  I managed to signal to the girl working the counter that I was to pay for the cake while asking for a glass of water; she casually slipped my change on the counter and walked away, enjoying the bit of espionage.

As we were standing to leave, I said to CB, "That box behind the till says 'Burke'.  Do you think it's for us?"
CB: "Burke is a common name.  I'm sure it's not."
Me: "But it could be?"
CB's Mum: "Did you buy Sydney a box of cupcakes?!"
CB: "No, let's leave." (getting a bit embarrassed by now)
I peek behind the till.  "But, it has MY name on it."
CB: "Sure it does."
I am handed the box.  "Look, it does!"  I open the box and all is revealed.  I thought he was going to hit the floor with shock.  After he eyes up the little figure of himself, I add: "I didn't even want a cupcake."

Less sneaky but equally as exciting (for me. Only me.) was the idea of eating on our short trip to Dublin.  As a thank you present for helping him with the application and interview preparation for his job (and probably for constantly stating how much I believe in him), CB bought two tickets to see Oscar Wilde's A Woman of No Importance in the Gate Theatre in Dublin. [Go!  See it!  Bring a wee hand fan because it is boiling inside!]  We already had our mind set on where to eat dinner before the show, but we still had an opening for lunch the next day.  CB sent me a link with gluten-free possibilities to browse, and there it was.  The restaurant that had managed to slip my mind that I used to obsess over visiting.

Cornucopia.

It was somehow a hundred times better than I even imagined it.  We got there just before the major lunch crowd, so we got a table just as we got our food.  By crowd I mean that the queue was completely out the door, and people were sharing every little corner of tables just to be able to eat.  The menu is a set of blackboards behind the counter.  Not everything is gluten-free, but everything is vegetarian.  There was a legend hanging above the blackboard explaining what was egg-free, gluten-free, nut-free, chili-free, vegan, etc.  It truly felt empowering not to have to ask what was in something before I ordered.  I am aware that that last statement will sound completely alien to anyone without dietary restrictions, but I felt like I owned the place when I ordered my food.

THIS was the amazing, empowered meal I had.  Curry and rice with sweet potato, carrot, chickpea, fine beans, and broccoli; kidney bean, tofu, and rocket salad; and a garlic and almond potato salad.  100% vegan, 100% gluten-free, 100% giddy-inducing.  Eat there.  Just do it.

Don't let them get you down

The title of this post is directed, mainly, at myself.  I'm reminded everyday that I have an issue, a condition, something that makes me different.  It's not presented as a particularly negative thing, but I can't help but sometimes internalise it as such.

My husband CB and I are in a transitional period.  For a while, we weren't sure which side of the ocean we would be calling home.  The lease on our house was up in July, there was one more job over here that wouldn't be decided until August, and, well, visas take a while to process.  Short term leases are really only available on efficiency apartments or really poorly everything-ed student houses.  So, we've been living in CB's parents' house for the past month.  They have been gracious and welcoming, but then there's the food thing.  As they want to be accommodating, and the family dinner is often a big deal, I'm forever hearing, "Can you eat this?", "Where is good for you?", "Which is better: X or Y?".  I know that every one of those sentences means they are trying, they are considering me, and they are not just leaving me to fend for myself, but I can't help but remember that, in our own house, it was simply a given.  I can eat this, I can't eat that.  It wasn't really discussed unless it was in a positive way: "Guess what I just learned I can eat!"

CB got the job -- which I'm convinced was the only job left in Northern Ireland -- so we begin our house hunting today.  Visas get put off a while longer.  I get to start planning my new kitchen.

I can't say that my time in this house has been without inspiration.  I'm referring to the Olympics but trying to steer clear of being just another blogger talking about the Olympics.  I've been learning (and educating) about athletes that are Celiac/gluten-intolerant.  Novak Djokovic, the Serbian tennis player who failed to place in these Olympics but won Wimbledon in 2011, has a gluten intolerance.  In fact, he credits his Wimbledon title to this discovery, as he was able to train longer, harder, and faster once he omitted gluten from his diet.  Jenn Suhr, Gold medalist in the pole vault for the USA, tested positive for Celiac Disease only last year.  She was finding it difficult to maintain her strength in training sessions and would even put off eating solid foods until after the training day was done.  She eliminated the gluten and brought home a gold medal this year.

What I'm not saying is that not eating gluten will take you to the Olympics.  What I am saying is that, even with a condition that can be so depressing and something that factors into your daily life, you can excel to whatever level is appropriate for you.  I need to lose all this weight from my medical ups and downs (mostly downs) last year, but I've often allowed lethargy and stomach pain stop me from pushing myself.  But, I'm going to do it.  I've got the swimsuit hanging in the wardrobe.  I brought my tennis racket over from where it sat, dusty, in my parents' house in America.  I'm going to do it.

I might just leave the pole vaulting to Suhr, though.

Gluten-free facts

There is a ton of information out there on Celiac Disease, but it's not always accessible, understandable, or without judgment.  And it really shouldn't be that way.  Some people have mild discomfort and are looking for ways to improve their life.  Others may have been dancing around the idea of gluten issues or Celiac for a while now.  So, here are my top ten thoughts that I hope can help you make your own decisions.

1. Not everyone who problems with gluten have Celiac.  Some people have gluten intolerance or gluten sensitivity. Just because you have a Celiac blood test come back negative does not mean that it's all in your head.

2. While there are tell-tale signs, not everyone experiences Celiac the same way.  Both men and women can have swelling that makes them look really pregnant, but that could also be from IBS (which often goes hand-in-hand with Celiac and gluten intolerance and from which I also suffer).

3. The only way to be 100% sure you have Celiac is through blood tests or, preferably, biopsy of your gut.  The biopsies are invasive and can sometimes be painful, but they are performed with an endoscopy (camera down your throat and into your stomach and gut) and under general anesthesia.  Your body has the amazing ability to repair itself internally extremely quickly, assuming you are in otherwise good health.  The wounds from the biopsy should heal completely within 48 hours.  You likely will not notice them on top of your other symptoms.

4. The downside of the blood test or biopsy: If you have already determined you have a problem with gluten and stopped eating it, the tests will come back negative.  There is only the possibility for a positive result if you have been eating gluten for 4-6 weeks before the test.  If you've ever had a gluten accident or had to eat gluten for a health test (I did for a heart monitor), you will likely say that it's not worth it to get the diagnosis when you already know you have a problem.

5.  People do take the term "Celiac" more seriously than "gluten intolerance" or "gluten sensitivity".  Be aware that, if you choose not to take the Celiac test because you don't want to eat gluten, it will make a difference in how some people treat you.

6. Read every label.  You would not believe the stuff gluten is in.  Check ingredients lists, and check them often.  Recipes change all the time.  Doritos in the UK used to be gluten-free but no more.  Lindt chocolates are now made with barley malt, which contains gluten.

7. You would be much better off making your own sauces and spice mixes at home (or at least buy from a handmade shop -- the extra cost is worth it in this case because it's fresh and you can ask exactly what's in it.).  Gluten can be used as a stabiliser in these products.  It thickens sauces and gravies.  It keeps spice mixes from separating into layers or clumping because it will absorb moisture quicker than the rest of it.

8.  Celiac or not, corn isn't good for you.  It is hard for all people to digest, and it's particularly hard for people with gluten problems.  It doesn't make much sense because there isn't gluten in it.  What I do know is that corn is a grain, and humans have found a way to eat it as a vegetable instead.  It was never intended to be eaten on the cob, by the kernel, or popped in oil and air.  We can't digest it.  However, cornmeal and cornflour are often used as substitutions for wheat flour.  It isn't as bad for you when ground up into these forms, but it still isn't digested as easily as other flours.  Just be careful.

9.  If you are diagnosed with Celiac, it's in your best interest to invest in some bigger clothing.  It's not that I'm saying you will gain weight -- you may as you find your way in this new life -- but you will have "fat days".  It's not fun, and it's not comfortable.  You don't necessarily need an entire new wardrobe, but get yourself some new house clothes, a pair of bigger jeans, a few t-shirts or whatever tops you wear on casual days, two professional outfits (if you have need for them in your life or line of work), and two formal event outfits.  It sounds like a lot, but when you have a gluten accident (I refer to it as "being glutened".) or simply have a stressful couple of days, you'll feel a lot better having clothes that fit rather than trying to squeeze into clothes that will only make you more sad, tired, and stressed out.  Emotions run high on these fat days because your body will be spending most of its energy working through issues in your gut.

10.  It's not easy.  Take it day by day.  While you should never undertake a diet that fully eliminates a vast amount of food without extensive research and/or doctor consultation, it's not going to hurt to try.  Anyone can go two weeks without something.  If you have a problem with gluten, you'll know.  You'll probably know sooner than that.  It took me two days to know.  It's likely I'd gone two days many times in my life without gluten, but I probably just thought that they were good days without thinking about what I'd eaten.  If you do not have a true problem with gluten digestion, I cannot recommend going completely gluten-free.  I would love to have a gluten-free home, but I know it is not healthy for my husband, and it won't be healthy for my children if they don't inherit the Celiac.  There are some people who could be considered "Lifestyle Celiacs", but I don't think it's a good idea.  However, if it makes you feel better, give it a chance.  Talk to your doctor or a nutritionist.  Find out.  It may seem like Celiac and gluten problems are the fad of the moment, but it's mainly due to the fact that a lot of people are only finding out that wheat can even cause problems, as well as the Lifestyle Celiacs (Lifestyle ANYTHINGS tend to be very vocal, which I can't say is always a problem since it can increase awareness for those who genuinely have issues).  Celiac is not a fad.  It is not a fraud.  And, it is not something you can ignore if you have it.  Every day that you continue eating gluten damages your body.

Bonus: Let those you care about know what's going on.  You don't have to tell them everything that's happening in your bowel habits and everything you've eaten that causes issues, but tell them you have a digestive problem and have to be careful.  It makes eating at restaurants and friends' houses easier, and you don't have to pre-apologise on every bad day.  Take credit for your bad actions -- it's not an excuse, but a reason -- but those you care about will understand that things are tough sometimes.  Be honest, and they will help.

Return of the Prodigal Diner

I've decided to revisit this lovely little collection of foods after some time away.  If you have read the introduction, you will know that I have struggled with food allergies and intolerances since I was a small child.  Recent times have been no less trying.

You may recall that most of my favourite foods contain some form of starch -- a quick glance at the sidebar should fill your eyes with crepes, breads, oats, flours.  It is not a coincidence.  Fast foods are often heavy on the bread to trick your brain into being satisfied with your purchase.  Potatoes and pastas are a staple of the need-it-now kitchen.  Even if you are blessed with the time, patience, and desire to stand in front of a hot stove, chances are you'll have made a pie or a batch of cookies in your day.

Enter: First big life change of 2011.  The events of January 4th indicated a problem that I could no longer ignore.  Following a half-day babysitting, my grumbling tummy required food; I looked at the day's pay in my hand and ordered a pizza. I wolfed it down happily while watching a movie with my then-boyfriend (now-husband).  About 20 minutes after I stopped eating, my stomach began to swell.  It was so big and painful that I changed into pajama bottoms for extra space and stretched out across the couch.  I then did what could only be described as passing out; my head, stomach, and back all raging against me could not even stop the sleep.  I awoke to the understanding that a change had to be made.

Clearly, the was not the first time I'd encountered these symptoms, but it was the first time that they interfered with my life in such a drastic way since my mother put a little bug in my ear.  She had read about someone with Celiac Disease who had the same, increasingly damaging signs of poor health.  I rolled my eyes -- who lives without gluten?  But, knowing no harm would come to me if I went gluten-free for two weeks, I begrudgingly took up the challenge.

Within two days, I felt amazing.  Surely I had gone without gluten for this long before now?  I'd had dinners of rice and vegetables many times in my life, but I'd also had really good days before as well.  The results in the first month were astounding.  I couldn't go back to eating gluten even if I wanted to pretend I was fine.  My hair got softer, my skin less dry.  I was able to breathe more clearly and sleep at the appropriate times of the day.  No more swelling or stomach pain.  I had so much more energy than I have ever known myself to have.  My mood was so much brighter.

Thus ended my love-affair with wheat.

It was not an amicable break-up, to be honest.  I felt great, but I was upset over every little thing I could not eat.  I didn't see any doors opening when all these lovely, grain-filled ones were slamming in my face.  I didn't know about substitutions and specialty foods yet, primarily because I didn't realise that many other people suffered.  And, when I discovered packaged gluten-free bread, let's just say I was underwhelmed.  You can see where even the thought of this blog depressed me.

Finally, a light through a window!  I began searching the internet for information on gluten-free lifestyles, and I came across a message board (I wish I could link you, but my knowledge of its whereabouts is long gone.) where Celiacs and other gluten-frees were discussing how, after getting the gluten issue under control, they were able to introduce foods they were intolerant to back into their diets.  Under careful supervision from my by-then-fiancé, I tried my first red food in years.  No reaction.  A few more red tidbits.  No reaction.  The curse of the lycopene had been lifted!  (In the interest of full disclosure, the same cannot be said of the red-meat malediction.)

I started to experiment.  I got myself back into the kitchen and learned new tricks.  A lot of my new recipes take longer, and sometimes things aren't as soft or fluffy as I would hope.  But, I'm learning to cook all over again.  I've had a number of health problems in the past year, but none of them were gluten-related.  As much as I hate to admit it, I'm better off without gluten.