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Send Me Gluten-Free (sponsor)

As you might remember, we’re big fans of the Gluten-Free Media Group, one of our sponsors. They run Gluten and Allergen Free Expos across the United States. Their Find Me Gluten-Free app is helpful whenever you’re traveling and don’t know where to eat. And now they have begun Send Me Gluten-Free, a subscription box stuffed full of great gluten-free foods, which arrives on your doorstep every month.

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We’d like to let Jen Cafferty, founder and CEO of Gluten-Free Media Group, tell you more.

 

Why did you start a GF Goodies of the Month Club? 
I decided to create Send Me Gluten Free to help people have access to more gluten-free products than what is offered in their local stores. I often hear that people are tired of wasting money on gluten-free products that they don’t like. Send Me Gluten Free allows folks to try numerous products, receive coupons and have exposure to brands they might not have otherwise, so they can make an educated purchase at the store or online. Our hope is that they find a new favorite brand or product that they may not have known about.

What kinds of foods do you want to offer to people?
Each month we send our members 8–12 new gluten free products to try that will include at least 1 full-sized item. We not only offer full-size and sample size food, but also personal care items, supplements and household products that support a gluten free lifestyle.

What kind of experience can people expect when they sign up?
Customer service is our first priority. People can expect a positive experience and clear, transparent and timely communication from the time they sign up. It’s also just a nice surprise to get a box full of goodies in the mail each month!

We can confirm that. Even after all this time of being gluten-free, I was happy to open this box from Send Me Gluten-Free and see only foods I could eat.

To learn more about Send Me Gluten-Free, see their About Us page. And their Frequently Asked Questions.

 

Leave a comment here about why you might be interested in a service like Send Me Gluten-Free and you’ll be eligible for a great giveaway: a free three-month subscription to Send Me Gluten-Free. The winner will be chosen at random on Monday, September 22nd

here we go.

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Desmond, who is asleep next to me as I write this, the sound of ocean waves softly murmuring near his ear, is five months old. We longed to meet him for three years and now he’s here, growing faster than we can imagine. He taught himself to roll over at three months, and now he’s like a perpetual motion machine. As soon as he could move from his stomach to his back, he wanted to go from his back to his stomach. And again. And again. He’s trying so hard, arms reaching and legs kicking, to crawl.

Kid, slow down.

(Good luck with trying to convince him of that one, right?)

This summer, there have been gatherings on the back porch of our home —— assorted children dancing or jumping on the trampoline as the adults talk —— most evenings of the summer. We sit in a circle, plates before us on the deck, and tell stories and laugh. Almost every night, we’ve had a different set of people with us, good friends from decades before or new friends. Having a baby who needs to nap and go to bed early means that we have been the hosts. Someone else is coming unexpectedly? Go grab a plate. There’s always food here.

And that food, which has been delicious and nourished us, is mostly thrown together at the last moment from whatever has been growing in the garden or what we picked up at the farm stand that day. Collard greens sautéed in cracklings from the ham we roasted, with smoked paprika and aleppo pepper. Cherry tomato salad with slivered romano beans, apple balsamic vinegar, and Moroccan olive oil, plus diced cucumbers with pickled ginger, fish sauce, and a bit of wasabi. Blueberry and peach crisp with Thai basil and honey, with an oat-almond topping. We play with flavors, and all the friends have been happy at the end of dinner, but there have been no recipes. Danny and I make something out of what is in the cupboard and fresh that day.

Whenever we finish a cookbook, this is how our cooking goes: simple and frugal, with some interesting little twist.

This has been the summer of the back porch.

I’ve been thinking often about this, how the food we make on a daily basis, the food we consider a feast with friends, rarely makes it onto this site. I get stymied by cookbook deadlines from updating more often. And when the manuscript is done (but edits coming back soon!), we need a rest. And then we start thinking of all the recipes people have asked us to create, and we go back into that mode. But this site, as it is, rarely looks like our real food life. We have some ideas about how to change that here.

It’s a time of change.

school supplies

This evening, we ate dinner at our dining room table for the first time in months. Desmond tried avocado. After Danny spooned some into his mouth, and he made the requisite confused pursed-lips look at the taste of something new, Desmond grabbed the spoon to eat more. He started eating solid foods two weeks ago and he’s already tired of us holding that spoon in front of him. He wants to eat everything himself, now.

And Lu? She wants to eat up the entire world by herself, now. Tomorrow is her first day of kindergarten.

The first day of the year is the first day of school. Heck with January 1st. That’s the middle of winter and a time of renewal on the calendar alone. But being the daughter of two teachers, a student for years and years, and a high-school teacher for nearly a decade, I have only one signal for the beginning of the year: newly sharpened #2 pencils. This evening, after we finished dinner and cleaned off the table, I sharpened six pencils for Lucy’s pen and pencil case. Danny and I watched her print her name on the green tape she wanted on her purple folders. I gave her the first of what I assume will be many black and white speckled composition books for her backpack. She giggled, delighted, then lined them all up by the door. In the refrigerator, waits her snack for the first day: black bean hummus Danny made today, slivers of red peppers, a little blueberry muffin with lemon zest and cinnamon (we made dozens this morning and put them in the freezer for snacks), and an apple. She went to bed smiling.

Need I mention that it all made me a little bit teary?

Tomorrow morning, she’ll walk with us to the end of our road, where the bus will pull up on the main highway. We’ll kiss her and hug her, tell her how proud we are of her. She doesn’t want us to drive her to school. She wants to go to school by herself.

It seems about twelve minutes ago that she was five months old, wriggling on the floor, just finding her voice. And tomorrow, she starts big-kid school, confident enough that she doesn’t need us there. It’s her world now. The moment she was born, I looked at her, fell in love with her, and thought to myself, “Now I have to let you go.”

Here she goes, our happy kind alive kid. Here she goes, walking into the world.

Summer’s over.

Bring on the next season.

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