I love food. I love reading about food. I love eating food. I love cooking food. I love serving food to my family. I love that my family loves food. Okay, especially my food. I love that Libby is in the kitchen right now (home sick today) creating her own recipe with GF Chex cereal with some concoction of cinnamon and sugar. I didn't point out, thoughtful and supportive parent that I am, that Chex actually makes a cinnamon cereal but hey... she's happily engaged and creating a recipe for her page on the blog.
When she got the diagnosis of Celiac Disease, I swear one of my first heart stabbing thoughts was 'she'll never eat another baguette in Paris!' More sobbing! A sensible friend asked "oh, were you planning another trip to Paris?" I stammered 'well no, actually, no we aren't but...!' So okay, maybe I was taking on a bit too much angst for the first week. Now that we are almost a year into this, I have a bit more clarity and a more positive nibble on reality. While it is true, she cannot ever walk along the Seine and enjoy a baguette, she can walk though the streets of any town, village, city or countryside and enjoy her life. There are alternatives. There are options. There are choices. There will be love. Love for food. Love for travel. Love for adventure. Love for her wonderful, unexpectedly altered, life.
And I go on cooking and creating and caring for my family. And possibly planning another trip to Paris!
Thursday, April 26, 2012
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I love eating your food, Kelly. And, I'll admit, I ate a lot of baguettes in Paris, but I don't associate the two. Frankly, I ate baguettes all over Europe because they were cheap. When I think of Paris, I picture the Louvre, the Eiffel Tower, Notre Dame, Sacre Couer, and the Arc de Triomphe. So will Libby. Or, she'll think of the friends she went with, the cute boy she met, or the crazy weather. They'll be Libby's memories and gluten won't have anything to do with them.
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