How many times have I bought a special, gluten free product hoping it'll taste good? I don't know, but I obviously don't get sick of it because I keep doing it. I think, in total, maybe four slices of this bread were digested. The rest was thrown away. Bad, bad Lucia. From what I can tell, it's the garbanzo bean flour, which, no matter how intensely it's baked, just doesn't seem to lose its raw, bitter bite. And bread, I address thee; thou shalt not carry thy acrid...twang... without expecting little girl tears, sad wasted energy and money. Le sigh. I didn't really cry. But the sentiment was there. Broken hearts, they heal, right? They must, because I found myself weeping salty tears of happiness over some other form of carb-y goodness later. Oh, food. T'is'alight. 
Thursday, April 3, 2008
COOKED: Gluten-Free Bread Or Sweet, Sweet Clenchy Fists Is All Angry
PS The title had nothing to do with this post.
Chow, Lucia
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i feel ya babe. vegan and gluten-free things tend to be the same things. they just throw it all into the same category. and usually it just makes me mad and desiring normal delicious tasting things. which is why i have been so uh..well i havent really gone back. to being a vegan. this is a strangely constructed comment. yaaahhh. yooouuu ruuullle. and im sick of living in minnesota. even though its getting all nice now. kt and i took the dogs on like a giant big old walk today. it was glorious. annnnd we saw leatherheads, which was , like kind of dissapointing, just like, movie-wise. but john and george are pretty damn foxy and could make gluten-free bread sexy..and all growly-voiced and goofy faced and innocent eyed. i think ill call you im bored. AS YOU CAN TELL.
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