Journal from June 17, 2013
When I was researching this going gluten free thing, I read these crazy stories about how people reacted to gluten withdrawal or whatever it is. I shrugged it off. I mean, how bad could it be? It would be nothing for me. I’ve been through hellish problems with my health, and now I’m going to get through it easily.
Boy was I wrong.
Way wrong. It is now day 6 and I’ve been in a funk all day. I decided to bake, because that is usually my sollution to stress. I bake and my neighbors love me. Because I’ve been craving bread, pasta, and basically gluten I decided to make some cookies for myself first, some flourless cookies that sounded alright. Whatever it was, I wanted chocolate.
If you’re a girl you know what I mean. CHOCOLATE!
So I found this wonderful peanut butter cookie recipe. Anything peanut butter can be made better with chocolate, so I thought I would put chocolate chips in it. Too bad I didn’t have any. Well, I had finished off my box of gluten free chex this morning, so I needed some of those too. I took myself off to the store to get these things.
Wow, when I was walking past the milk after going through the store it hit me. I suddenly felt like crying. For no reason.
Now I’m baking cookies, hope everything looks up from here.
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