Fruits

breathing while eating

I read a piece the other day that keeps clicking at the inside of my brain. It’s an honest piece from a mother who believes in family dinner but doesn’t share it with her family…

every sleepy morning

I wonder how many photographs I have taken of food with a coffee cup in them. Probably not that many. Most of the phone photos I took with one hand while clutching the coffee cup…

still here

Eight years ago today, I opened up a new blogger page, chose green for the header, and picked out a blog name. Gluten-Free Girl. My friend Dorothy named me Gluten-Free Girl because she had been…

whatever you worship

This weekend there was a wide green lawn with dozens and dozens of small children, delighting in finding the plastic pastel-colored eggs hidden in the grass. There was a buffet lunch with the family on…

the slow pace of neighbors

A knock came on the door. Lu and Danny and I were in the kitchen, whisking flours and making pickling liquid for the pile of vegetables left over at the end of the week. Danny…

gluten-free strawberry shortcake

I’m in the middle of strawberry swooning season. It happens every year. We wait all year long, patiently, and then not so patiently, for real strawberries to appear at the farmstands here. From the fall…

gluten-free scones

I’ve eaten a lot of bad scones. And I don’t mean gluten-free scones, although I haven’t had much success with them before this week. I mean regular gluten scones, the ones I ate before six…

gluten-free blueberry clafoutis

Words rattle around in my head all the time. Sometimes my brain repeats words that sound good: prestidigitation, mellifluous, voluminous. Other times, my mind worries over names that snake in there: Christianne Amanpour, Shmuley Boteach, Prunella…

apple-fennel slaw

It’s January. Are you dieting yet? You are? Sigh. Let me explain. A couple of weeks ago, I was sitting at a coffee shop, trying to work while Lu was at her little school. I say…