Sweet Gluten-y Goodness

I had a Whopper yesterday.

Worth every symptom. Hands down.

I have been trying, when the opportunity (or craving) presents itself, to eat a formerly enjoyable gluten-filled item so that I can sort of say goodbye to that food forever. Wow. That sounds really melodramatic when I write it down. That's not at all my intent.

My intent is to savor some of the foods that I know I will miss (or have been missing) one last time. I think that making the intentional slip-ups now will prevent me from having a major gluten-filled meltdown later. But that's just a theory.

Anyways, I had a Whopper yesterday.

And I enjoyed every bite. I used every slow eating and savor your food tip I have ever heard. I took a bite and consciously paid attention to the taste, the feel of the bun in mouth, the tang of the ketchup and mustard (a Whopper is the ONLY time that mustard is an acceptable hamburger condiment) and the heat of the burger. I set the burger down in between bites and chewed thoroughly. That was probably the hardest part. I was really hungry and the temptation to gulp it all down as fast as I could was hard to resist.

And, honestly, the symptoms I experienced from that dose of gluten were not that bad. I didn't have any pain or nausea. That's not to say that I'm going to go start making a habit of eating Whoppers at every opportunity. More that, for some reason, that didn't bother me as much as it might other times.

Tonight I made chili and gluten-free cornbread. The cornbread was SUPER good. I was so pleased with how it came out. And Mike, his sister and brother-in-law also thought it was good. That's saying a lot: when a gluten eater likes the gluten-free alternative. Now that I think about it, I don't think I'd go so far as to say that they liked it. They said it was pretty good for gluten-free cornbread.