So this was our pantry last week:
Don’t judge. It was a hot mess. It needed a good organization and a cleaning out.
Thank goodness Celiac disease [insert sarcasm] came our way. With Celiac banging on our door, I gave it a good cleaning.
It’s been a week and a day since Kate was diagnosed and about 12 hours since I was diagnosed. Yes, I have Celiac disease. One day last week Kate went to the pantry and said, “What can I have?” and Matt and I knew we had to rid the house of gluten. The little girls do not have Celiac disease but we didn’t want Kate to always have to wonder what she could and couldn’t have. We also didn’t want her to see her sisters enjoying all the things she loves and can no longer have.
Our house became gluten free. Now, Kate (and I) can eat everything we have in the house. Well, minus the beer. We haven’t gotten rid of the beer yet. We cleaned our pantry, fridge, and spice rack. Here’s our pantry now:
It is so empty but I like knowing exactly what I have. I had a moment while cleaning it where I stood inside the pantry and cried. I don’t know why I was crying. Maybe I am mourning my own break up with food? I love to bake and cook. I especially love these kiffels that my mom and I make at Christmas. I can’t imagine any gluten free pastry dough being very good.
I felt selfish for crying – after all, I had imagined that Kate had a much worse diagnosis than this. Then I felt guilty. Guilty for being so selfish when so many other parents are wishing that Celiac was all they had to deal with.
You see where this went, right? Down a huge rabbit hole. So I pulled my big girl panties up, finished the pantry and snapped a photo to blog it. I think that’s just what bloggers do.
Now we found out that Kate’s thyroid is hyperactive. I have no idea what that really means but that may explain why she can eat most grown ups under the table and is barely in the 15th percentile for weight. We’ll be seeing a pediatric endocrinologist soon and until then, I’m sure I won’t Google. I’m not a Googler, remember?
I’ll spend some time the next few weeks writing about what we ARE eating and what I’m packing for Kate’s lunches for school.