I love the way I eat after I started eating gluten-free: fresh, in season, and always something new. If I had not been diagnosed with celiac, I never would have discovered fresh ramps, sunchokes, and pea vines. I would never be so happy.
We’re on our way to the farmers’ market soon, the first official day of the spring schedule. Inside my stomach are little dancing pulses of joy.
But you know what? Sometimes, in spite of all that, there is nothing better than cold macaroni and cheese for breakfast.