Ingredients:
2 c. gluten-free rolled oats (you could also use steel cut, if that's your thing)
2 c. milk
1 1/2 tsp baking powder
2 c. diced apples
3 eggs
1/2 tsp cinnamon
1/4 tsp nutmeg
1/3 c. brown sugar
Preheat your oven to 325. Grease an 8x8 baking dish and set aside.
In a medium mixing bowl, combine apples, eggs, salt, and baking powder. In another bowl, whisk together eggs, milk, cinnamon, nutmeg, and brown sugar.
Add oat mixture to milk mixture, combine. Evenly spread oatmeal into baking dish and bake for ~1 hour or until top is golden brown.
There are a ton of fun variations you could do on this, including adding nuts, changing up the fruit, and messing around with the seasoning. I'm thinking of doing a pumpkin-pie themed oatmeal bake in the fall. We'll see.
Being diagnosed with celiac disease is kind of like being told that every meal you eat from now on is going to require a lot more thought and probably be more expensive. It means you're going to be subject to some scrutiny, lots of misinformation, and live in perpetual paranoia about cross contamination.
I end up feeling like one of those crazy bag ladies wandering down the street repeating the same nonsense to herself over and over again. The magic number is 20 ppm! That's smaller than a breadcrumb! Did you touch your sandwich with that knife and then touch my peanut butter?!
But the fact of the matter is, I have to think about every single thing I put in my mouth. What's in it, how it was processed, other foods it might have come into contact with between being made and going in my mouth. It's about my boyfriend being aware of the last thing he put in his mouth (since we're pretty sure I've had reactions to trace amounts of gluten hanging around after we kissed). It's knowing whether or not the communal condiment container has been contaminated. It's about having to ask if the fryer in a restaurant is used for anything other than french fries, ever, and praying to every higher power you can think of that the person you ask a) knows the answer and b) tells you the truth.
When they list the symptoms of celiac disease, it doesn't seem to do it justice. They say "fatigue"; I wake up in the same bleary, exhausted, foggy, achy state no matter if I sleep four or eight or fourteen hours. I fall asleep if I sit too comfortably when I want to read. They say "joint pain and swelling"; my hands get so stiff and sore that I can't crochet and do dishes by hand because the warm water is the only thing that gives me any relief. It's not being able to comfortable go for a walk because my hips are so sore. When they talk about unpleasant GI effects.....well, they definitely mean unpleasant GI effects.
It's absolutely miserable, and that's not even including some of the scary long-term effects.
Adapting to this lifestyle has been a challenge, and some days I do better than others. I want this PB to be a way for me to document some of the funny slice-of-life bits of living gluten-free, as well as education (stuff I'm learning that I feel is worth sharing), and gluten free recipes.
Cheers!
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