It's boring...really

I fully embrace my lack of wittiness when it comes to writing on this blog. I do it to stay in touch and know my talent is not in wooing the crowds. I do, however, try to stay away from the blantly obvious boring, that is until tonight. My topic is, well, boring. I don't know what is driving me to even write about it, but appearantly something is because here I am.

I have been mourning breads and baked goods (that is it, that is my topic, I know--terribly boring) Since we found out Ms. B has celiac's disease I have been doing what a good mama does. I make gluten free foods that we all can eat. There hasn't been a huge void in my life, until the weather started to change and the leaves have started to turn. I want so bad to nestle down and bake yummy homemade breads and cookies. I want to eat it with our gluten free/ dairy free (Ms. G is lactose intolerant) dinners. I want to wake up in the morning to a thick slice of hazelnut grain bread with a thick layer of butter and homemade jam. I want to eat 14 million double chocolate chip cookies with carmel as I sit and feel the chill in the air. I love you gluten. I love lots of you. I am sorry I can not indulge and become comforted by you any longer.

I did find comfort tonight by deciding I was making a meal for me and not cater to my children's tastes and likes and needs and desires. And wouldn't you know the ladies gobbled it up, the stars were aligned I am telling you. Baked speghetti squash with homemade tomato sauce--thank you farmers market for supplying the goods, steamed spinach, rosemary potatos and quinoa with chopped pecans. It did make me feel better, although, in my heart I did hope a glutenous piece of something would find it's way to my door step.