TTGF3G's background.

I'm sure TTGF3G caught your attention. Well there it's a running joke with a few of my friends and myself. It all started off with 3G, which is Grumpy Gwen and my last name starts with a G. Then when I found out I had to be GF, it was added to my signature, GF3G. Then a recent falling down some step during Trick or Treat night, led to Twinkle Toes, hence TTGF3G. Should really be BPBSGF3G (Bright purple bruise on shoulder).  Yes, we are still laughing at my feet flying in the air, me landing on my back, like Charlie Brown missing the football fall. The best part about the fall was after, when we were all done laughing, my 10 year old asked me how I could fall. Um, slippery when wet?  Kids don't get it, do they? It was like he thought I did it on purpose.  So we'll see what the next signature will change into, this changes up all the time. I can't wait to see what's next!
So here's a little bit of my background. I'm a mom of two boys that are 10 and 2 and I work FT as some sort of number cruncher (way to boring to go into details). My commute is about 45 minutes one way.  So life is always hectic and on the go. Which makes the GF thing a TAD harder. But slowly (and I mean snail slow) am adjusting.
I have to admit I usually make some sort of dessert once a week with my boys. It's been a long standing tradition. We make dessert on Survivor night. (still my guilty pleasure of a reality show). This past week, I needed something quick and easy and GF. I found an easy Peanutbutter cookie recipe. When I read it, I thought, oh this will taste nothing like PB cookies. But none the less decided to try it.
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The recipe is as follows:
1 C of peanutbutter
1 C of sugar
1 egg -- beaten
1/2 tsp of baking soda.
Mix, roll into balls, do that fork criss-cross thing. Bake at 350 degrees for 10-15 minutes.
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I was very skeptical at first. There is NO FLOUR in this recipe at ALL. NO way is this going to taste like any type of cookie. BOY was I wrong. It taste just like a PB cookie. We only had about 10 cookies, cause my little one and myself ended up eating half the dough (like you should when baking cookies). But they were actually GOOD. I was SURPRISED! Because there are plenty of cookies that I have tried that are pre-made and GF and were HORRID. Here's a quick story of one of those cookies.
A co-worker and I ran to an organic store over lunch. She was buying all these YUMMY gluten filled cookies. I was desperately looking for a GF one. But there were none, she found a different brand and it was GF. YEE-HAW. Went back to work and thought I would try this cookie. No way was I waiting. It was a chocolate crunch cookie. I opened it up and it smelled like a brownie. The chocolate smell just filled my office. Breathing in deep, take in the smell. Exhale, breath it in again. It smelled delicious. I couldn't wait to dig in. It was going to be DELICIOUS, I knew it. Took a big bite (larger than normal), awaiting the cookie to melt in my mouth and....... BLAH.. EWWW... Cough, choke, GAG. ICK. Why won't this cookie go down. Where is my water. OMG.. Ick.. There's an after taste. (Those were a few of my reactions) This was the worse tasting cookie ever. I thought, ok, maybe it was just me, made some co-workers try it. I was correct in labeling it the worse cookie EVER.  They also had the same reaction.  Which was quite amusing to watch. So glad they play into my games!
Here is that horrid cookie. Try it if you dare, but those who don't enjoy that soft yummy sweet cookie may enjoy this...... wow, I can't even think of a word horrid enough to describe the taste of  this cookie.

 

BEWARE: NOT FOR COOKIE FANS!

Next stop--- brownies! :)

 

In the beginning there was pizza!

My favorite food in the whole wide world is pizza. My favorite saying was there is no such thing as a bad pizza. That ALL came to a screaming halt when I found out that I had to go gluten free, I had finally found a bad pizza, it was GF (and Vegan). Ewwwww......
Before I go on and on about pizza, I wanted to share my  EXTREMELY short, uncomical version of how I found out I have Celiac. May 2010 - I was taken to the ER by my husband, Chris. I felt like an elephant had sat on my chest. Later to find out, it was a gallbladder attack. I had that diseases gallbladder removed several months later.  One key thing through all these tests and  procedures was my iron was low and it wouldn't go up. The problem after having my gallbladder out is, I didn't feel well. It's hard to explain. I was tired and body parts ached and headaches. I honestly don't know how I made it through most days.  I kept going to the doctor and he said, he didn't know what was wrong with me. Well, screw that, I found me a new doctor. The new doctor did more tests and I was still not feeling well. Over the summer of 2011 a co-worker said to me, maybe you have a food allergy. I laughed. HA! I'm 35 years old. That's not possible. I brought it up to my doctor, he said it is possible and I went to the Gastro doc. He ran all the right tests  and that's how I found out I have Celiac. I have the DQ2 gene, which is a Celiac gene. My other co-workers  like to say they have the DQ gene too (AKA Dairy Queen). We enjoy going to Dairy Queen for lunch and eating blizzards (who doesn't?). It took a year and half of tests and more tests to find out that I have Celiac. I'm a lucky one, I read about people not feeling well for years and years. I couldn't imagine.
I can't have gluten. Really? Are you sure? No more pizza? ARE YOU KIDDING ME?NO MORE PIZZA. WAHHHHHH!!!!!!!! Devastation. Absolute devastation. Let the becoming gluten free ADVENTURES begin....