I have been a bit absent here. A bunch of things have happened and are happening.
1. I hurt my foot and thus have not been cooking anything delicious or noteworthy.
2. I am packing, slowly and with a hobble.
3. I am moving.
4. I am pretty grateful that I made faux lara bars a few months ago. They will sustain the trip.
I just got off the crutches and felt it important to celebrate with something fried, so yesterday I took a trip out to Essex, MA to Woodman's. Touting a nearly completely gluten-free menu, I purposely skipped breakfast to ready myself. Ordering up the Down River Combo, I was pleasantly surprised at the kitchen staff offering to enter the meal as "gluten-free" in their system and keeping it separate from the other food. It arrive just a few minutes later, hot, crispy and delicious. It was way too much food, even for two people, but it was worth it. I did have a bit of a hankering for onion rings - dredged in a different, gluten-filled batter - so they were off limits. Honestly the scallops stole the show. They were fantastic and I sort of wishes I just got a plate of them.
I don't think the fact that I am leaving New England has really set it, but its there, immanent and looming. I feel an overwhelming desire for salt water taffy, baked beans, indian pudding, corn chowder; all those warm comforting flavors. I know that Maryland is not that far away, and as I pack up my crockpot I am reassured that come fall, it will be easy to throw together a meal that tastes like home, I just also no that it won't be the same. I never really felt like a Yankee, but perhaps, well at least as far as my stomach is concerned, I am.
In other news:
New research has identified what part of the gluten protein cause an autoimmune reaction in persons with Celiac Disease.
Thanks to Adam for sharing.