Note: if you’re a “Crohnie” or UC patient or parent of an autistic kid who came for the recipe, feel free to skip ahead to the recipe. (Although I’m guessing most kids won’t be too into lox.) Likewise, if you’re a self-involved tool equally disinterested in understanding the suffering of others and broadening your body [...]
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I had my gals over last night. They are an extraordinary bunch and deserve only the finest: delicious food, wine that costs more than $5/bottle and a clean, clutter-free environment in which to enjoy both. Since we’ve finally been gifted with The End of the Horriblest Summer on Record, I thought I’d bust out the [...]
Iced tea has always my summer drink of choice. And since I’ve been on the Specific Carbohydrate Diet, plain, brewed iced tea sans sugar is the order of the season. And it gets a little…well, old after awhile. You can mix it up with plain, brewed peppermint tea (the other allowable tea on SCD), but [...]
Sometimes you eat the bear; sometimes you meet him at Starbucks and you both get to eat (or at least have a beverage). Yes, the communicatrix finally met internet giant Citizen of the Month, the one, the only Neilochka! For me, it harkened back ye old days of online dating, only we are both involved [...]
I play the sympathy card when it comes to me and the SCD, but make no mistake: the Specific Carbohydrate Diet* is ten billion-gazillion times (a) easier to follow; (b) lenient; and (c) tasty than 99.99% of the cockamamie diets out there. And it’s healthy! And it doesn’t make your breath smell like the three-day-old [...]
It occurs to me that while I’ve been bitching and moaning about what I can’t eat on the Specific Carbohydrate Diet, I’ve done precious little talking about what I can eat in my sugar-free, starch-free world. Since I’ve been craving one of my old delivery staples, beef with broccoli, for some time, I finally decided [...]
The lie of Western medicine (here’s your silver bullet; see me in two weeks) gave my dad permission to live with for-shit quality of life for 40+ years. The truth of Western medicine (hey! quantifiable information, here!) allowed him to live out those 40+ years, period. I just got word from my G.I. doc that [...]
Sundays have always been tricky for me, a love/hate, digging-the-Now-whilst-dreading-the-Future kind of proposition. Even as all my days become like all my other days (the curse of the freelancer), on Sunday, I still want a little something extra in the way of comfort: an extra half-hour in that toasty bed divot, a higher ratio of [...]
