2016-09-18

Crunchy Almond Butter Chocolate Chip Cookies

Gluten-free almond butter chocolate chip cookies from the Gluten-Free Goddess.

A Good Cookie Is No Small Thing...

Our latest variation on a theme- crunchy almond butter chocolate chip cookies. Why another gluten-free chocolate chip cookie recipe, you ask? There are so many reasons, Darling. In fact, where do I begin? 

First. The obvious. The duh. 

One can, in fact, never have too many gluten-free cookie recipes. Especially in our polite don't want to make a fuss look-but-don't-taste universe, when one has to live gluten and dairy free, shunning wheat flour, cream and butter, declining pink birthday party cupcakes and adorable custard tarts and snowy cream cheese on toasted Everything Bagels and examining every ingredient label ad infinitum. 

How do we survive in a culture that promotes our poison everywhere we turn? We keep a stiff upper lip. We cultivate a cool and breezy neo-zen detachment. We learn to ignore hunger pangs and cravings. We learn (sometimes the hard way) that taking a risk (eating out in any kitchen that is not our own) is not worth the price our body will (all too often) pay. We tie on a perky pink chocolate apron and flirt with our inner domestic goddess. We bake our own cupcakes and cookies. We tweak our tried and true recipes and play with variations on a theme, nudging an ingredient or new flavor combo into the spotlight. Just because it's fun. 

And in our special, special gluten-free universe? 


Every tasty cookie that is safe to eat is a treasure. A gift. A little morsel from heaven. 

So when we have a new favorite nut butter- crunchy almond butter- we start to wonder...

Would it would make a good cookie? 

We just knew it would.

A nutty non-peanut non-legume treat. And we knew we had to add dark chocolate. 

Duh part deux. 


2016-09-17

My Best Gluten-Free Apple Crisp




You are the apple of my I.

Ever since I started using quinoa cereal flakes in crisp and crumble toppings I've been dreaming of making an apple crisp. This is a gluten-free recipe worthy of your attention. Today I am pulling it from the archives to share with apple lovers everywhere...

Hello, my name is Karina. And I have screwed up villi.

But I am not my screwed up villi. Just as I am not my post-cataract lens implants. Or my mended broken hip. Or the silvery streaked hair that bristles like a squirrel on this prone-to-migraines head. I am also not this post-menopausal body that has brilliantly succumbed to a gravitational force superior than lunges and squats (in the end gravity wins, I am sorry to tell you).
 

The older I get, I find less and less comfort in defining myself at all- never mind defining myself by my various bodily quirks (not to mention, my southerly migrating butt). I derive no solace in my mental quirks either. My beliefs, or assumptions, or my random monkey thoughts. Even my skills are a poor capture of who I really am. I do not identify with how many paintings I've painted or sold, or how many likes I receive on Instagram. I do not crave recognition as a mirror. The alleged prize of fame and fortune remains less than compelling, my least urgent motivator.

I instead wander the hours of my days seeking answers that lead to more questions. Not answers that close the book. As in, subscribing to a system that has it all "figured out".


As Anne Lamott likes to say, certainty is the opposite of faith. 
Certainty is finite. And the end of growth. It clips the wings of possibility- the bigger truth that exists beyond my small understanding. Closing the book on the question of Who am I, exactly? would be foolish. The Big Mystery is far greater and more full of awesome than I can ever attempt to imagine. And whatever micro-teeny part I play in this infinite universal system called Life, I intuitively know one aspect of it, thanks to five-plus decades of living. Whatever It is, It is fluid. Everything changes. Including time. The past, present and future. The Universe (it's expanding, you know, faster than they first calculated). My experiential perception of myself (also expanding). The I that does not exist, because the I is only ego. The nattering, unreliable voice in my head.

So if this I does not exist--- who is craving this apple crisp?

Perhaps the only sensible response is this.

Be one with the apple crisp.

Now that I can do.



2016-09-10

Best Gluten-Free Pancakes


Gluten-Free Pancakes and Maple Syrup - for a gluten-free diet

Sunday Worthy Gluten-Free Pancakes.


When I was small and clueless I ate the world in tiny bites. I chewed apologetically, counting each deliberate grind in time to the spiral beats of a song in my head that only I could hear. A tune not unlike a mosaic of bird calls, and the powdery flutter of wings feeding on the garden lit by young Mozart's star.

Colors were a mysterious and spiritual language infused with deep logic and meaning. A lime green Jello box invited tunneling and confusion, but the sweet brush of balsam as I sought asylum beneath its rooted symmetry petted my pining fatherless heart.

Trust is green and hard to paint, but so is betrayal.

Not only the betrayal by others. The betrayal you participate in. The hammering of your spirit self into propriety. The brittle, safe shell you construct and will curl inside for the rest of your life. You inhabit it sullenly. Sometimes willingly. Because sometimes it works. Mostly to fool them. Fool them into thinking you are someone else. Someone uncomplicated they can love.

Someone like themselves.


2016-09-07

Gluten-Free Chocolate Chip Quinoa Cookies






Have I Got a Faux for You.


My last cookie post stirred up a veritable stew of feelings. From oat-loving high fives and boogie till the cows come home oatmeal cookie bliss, to very sad, That's okay, I'll sit this one out in the corner moping. Because oatmeal? It's not for everyone. Apparently, oats can be unkind to certain, sensitive celiac tummies. They're high in fiber. Which messes with some folks.

Some believe the trouble starts with its globulin or legume-like protein called avenalin. Some think it's the soluble fiber factor. Others believe that the prolemine in oats called avenin triggers a celiac-like response. The debate rages on. And I'm no scientist, I'm sorry to tell you, so I'll sit this one out. 

But of course I had to play around with the oatmeal cookie recipe. I couldn't leave my oat-shunning peeps out in the cold without a chewy golden cookie of their own. I rolled up my sleeves and got to work. I stirred up some quinoa flakes, quinoa flour, sorghum flour, organic brown sugar, and olive oil and vegan chocolate chips and guess what?


I think you know what.

In fact (shhh- don't tell those lucky oatmeal cookie folks), this cookie is even better than its oatmeal cousin. It is, I swear, my new favorite cookie. I am Patsy Cline Crazy about it.

Quinoa flakes rock.


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Party on! XOX Karina

Party on! XOX Karina

Gluten-Free Goddess Since 2005

Gluten-Free Goddess Since 2005