this book is hitting all my soft spots. i don't have celiac, but i am #type2 diabetic (and, yes, i've been awful at being a good diabetic, especially recently), and that removes whole swaths of food from my diet -- sugar, flour, certain kinds of fruit, pasta, noodles, braised meats, potatoes, ice cream, etcetera etcetera etcetera. (i probably shouldn't even be eating the food in this photo ...) for someone who loves food so much and has struggled with disordered eating and body dysmorphia for half her life, who has turned to cooking and baking to deal with depression and anxiety and stress, this has been devastating and enraging, and i've done better with it some days and worse on others.
one day, i'll find a dietician. one day. there are still a lot of things i resist about all this shit.
anyway, so there's a passage in here where graham and his wife are purging their kitchen, getting rid of all ingredients that contain gluten and scrubbing down and sanitizing all their cookware, and he stops to contemplate his hand pasta machine. he writes two long paragraphs about making pasta and why he loved it so much, and i'm sitting here on the train (i took this photo last night), tearing up violently because i relate so hard to this, and, sometimes, all this body crap hurts real bad.
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