Ah…where does the time go? It seems like just yesterday my blog was wearing diapers.
And now here we are three years later and my blog is fully potty trained, with still the occasional accident. (You folks are very good at letting me know when I’ve soiled myself.)
Three years ago today, I wrote my very first blog post.
I had no idea what I was doing.
Three years later…and I still have no idea what I’m doing. I will be a work in progress til the day I die.
Let’s take a look back at the past 3 years a bit, shall we?Number of blog posts written: 446 Number of people who have come to my site: 1,727,503 Number of pages viewed: 2,786,936 Number of comments left: 22,798 (Seriously…thank you!) Number of people who found my site by Googling “gluten free steve”: 90. I have no...
So I received two emails, about three weeks apart, from a gentleman who is just a tad frustrated with his wife. It seems she will not let him eat gluten. Anywhere.
He does not have celiac (or as half internet calls it…celiacs). She does.
I am not sharing this email to make anyone feel bad.
I am sharing it in the hopes that I can get them both to see the light, and perhaps save a marriage at the same time.
High hopes indeed.
Here are the emails, received about three weeks apart.
Email 1: My wife has celiac and is forcing me to go gluten free with her. I understand that it’s important to keep cross contamination down, but for me this limits foods I can take with me to work, because at my work there is no microwaves or ovens, so I can’t reheat anything...
First things first. Happy Birthday Bruce. 65 years young and still playing 3 hour shows. I ain’t here on business, baby, I’m only here for fun.
Do you know there is a woman with celiac disease who has supposedly trained her dog to sniff out gluten?
She says that one time she bought gluten-free chips but the dog reacted to the package and then she realized that instead of the chips, she mistakenly purchased gluten-filled crackers.
And now she brings the dog to the grocery store, on vacation and even to restaurants. Yes…restaurants.
Give. Me. A. Break.
Look…being a celiac makes us a lot of things.
It makes us sick more frequently then we’d like to be.
It makes us plan almost every meal ahead.
It makes it more challenging to be spontaneous.
It makes us “defend” gluten-free as real and necessary.
It can make...
Usually, simple questions result in simple answers. The answer is either yes or no. That’s really the beauty of yes/no questions. There are only two possible answers.
Here…let me give you some examples.
Did I sleep well last night? No.
Is iOS 8 taking more than 16 hours to download on my phone? Yes.
Do I like having celiac disease? No.
Was Seinfeld funnier than Friends? Yes.
Will I ever be a professional musician? No.
Is my hairline beginning to seriously recede? Yes.
Is Congress doing a good job? No.
Is Mrs. Dude the best ever? Yes.
Now here’s one more: Is Heinken gluten-free?
Now you and I both know it’s an easy answer, but let’s go directly to the source and see what they have to say.
First question for you Mr. Heineken…what are your ingredients?“Heineken contains water, barley malt and hops.”
Great…thanks. So then does...
Folks…going gluten-free is just not that difficult. It really isn’t.
Is it limiting? It can be at times.
Is it isolating? Only if you let it.
Do I enjoy it? Not really.
But is it difficult? No.
Yet over the years, I’ve received a boat load of emails from my fellow celiacs who have a (sister, brother, mother, father, aunt, uncle, second cousin on Trudy’s side of the family, you get the point) who it seems have obvious health issues related to gluten, but absolutely refuse to get tested or give it up on their own.
Here is an email I just received last week…Dear Gluten Dude,
Alright, so I was diagnosed with Celiac disease a couple of years ago, and it’s been long and painful to make the story short and simple.
My Grandma has been allergic to gluten and dairy and soy for going on 20 years....
Let me be clear. I really like beer. In 2008, I truly did fear A life without beer.
Red Bridge was here. But it wasn’t good beer. Bards then drew near. One taste and…oh dear.
Then a whisper in my ear “New Planet tastes like beer.” What did I just hear? Was it really sincere?
“A true gluten free beer!!” I let out a cheer. I shed a big tear Then swung on my chandelier.
Then Harvester Brewing Beer Found its way here. Who created this beer? A gluten free beer engineer?
Glutenberg then appeared. After I paid the cashier. I said “It’s a new frontier” “In gluten free beer.”
Omission, being quite cavalier, Calls themselves gluten free beer. If I were you, I’d steer clear...
Hi folks. Before we kick off today’s post, a few quick Dude notes.
- Writing a blog post takes time and my time seems to be at a premium right now. So bear with me (or bare with me…which could also be fun) while my blogging pace and commenting has slowed down.
- I’m pretty active on Facebook and sometimes it can be a quick and dirty way for me to connect with the community. If you are not following me, please give it some thought. Here I am.
- I want to give a huge shout out to one of Mrs. Dude’s friends from childhood (you know who you are). She reached out to Vitamix, told them the health history of both Mrs. Dude and I and especially what Mrs. Dude is going through now, and Vitamix actually sent us one of their mixers. I am beyond...
I started this blog almost 3 years ago.
I’ve written 434 blog posts.
Heck…I even wrote a post called Gluten-Free Sex for Only $27.
Yet in all this time, I’ve never once posted a recipe.
Well my friends…the time has come.
Whenever Mrs. Dude is whipping up something amazing for me in the kitchen, I always ask her how she made it. Her response is pretty much always the same: “Oh…it’s so easy.” And yet she never tells me how to do it.
Well I had a major hankering for some of Mrs. Dude’s famous gluten-free risotto last week and since she is kinda out of commission these days, I ponied up and with Mrs. Dude’s verbal guidance, I actually made the risotto myself. I posted a picture of it on Facebook and everybody...