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I have always loved food. Every story I share with my dear friend Sharon seems to involve food of some kind (and falling down). Even though I ate a requisite number of processed foods when growing up (I was born in the late 60s, so I was raised on Wonder Bread), my mother was a good cook. She could bake like no one’s business. And over the years, I started going to farmers markets, cooking with good olive oil, and eating food from recipes that originated from outside the boundaries of the United States.
But it wasn’t until I was diagnosed with celiac that I truly started focusing on the food.
Food is the path to healing in celiac. There is no pill we can take, no surgery we can endure, and in fact, no cure other than living on an entirely gluten-free diet. Some find that distressing. I find it a blessing.
In order to be well, I have to eat well. I have to feed myself. I have to live in food.
When I was diagnosed with celiac, I had a visceral understanding that I was now a self I had never been before. And I needed some time to myself. I decided to take a year off from dating at all.
Four days to the year, I met a chef named Daniel Ahern.
I knew, at once. This is the love of my life. But I held off for six weeks from writing about him on my site. I had to be sure. I knew that once I began writing about him, everything would change.
Oh boy, how the website changed. It used to be called "Gluten-Free Girl." Now it's "Gluten-Free Girl and the Chef."
Within a few months of our falling in love, the Chef started changing his menus. He always found a way to feed me safely when I went into his restaurant. He understood the details of living gluten-free, immediately. The Chef loves and lives in food like no one else I have ever known. For him, cooking gluten-free was a compelling challenge, a chance to discover foods he had never eaten.
But one day, I looked up after typing up the next month’s menu, and said, “Hey honey. I can eat everything on this menu.”
“I know,” he said.
“What have you done?”
And he said, quite simply, “You are my muse. I don’t want to create another dish, and be excited by it, and find I can’t share it with you. I’m just going to make everything gluten-free from now on.”
And he still does. Oh, how I love him.
Anyone who thinks that living gluten-free is deprivation? Come on over to our house for dinner.
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