I’m April. I have celiac disease, aka, a wicked reaction to gluten as a result of an auto-immune disease. As someone who has written about, eaten, and adored food this diagnosis was kind of a buzz kill. But as someone who is pretty sure I can re-imagine fried food and bread sticks, I’m confident I can give gluten the ass-kicking it deserves.
And it deserves a big one, as I recently discovered that my mother passed away after suffering from gluten ataxia, and my little girl has that gene that could turn her into a celiac too. WTF, people.
I’ve started tackling more food issues, because clearly gluten wasn’t enough to keep me busy and out of trouble. But the fact is, I am dealing with other food issues every single day. After all, I’m a mom and I live in Los Angeles. And the food allergy/intolerance/preference terrain is very, very rocky out there.
As a celiac adult, I’m used to dealing with my own food challenges. I think I’ve covered just about all of them here, here and again here. But the thing is, I’m a grown ass woman and I can fend for myself. Those kids out there? Well, they need our support, our understanding and most of all—our gluten-free, dairy-free, soy-free, peanut-free, tree-nut free, shellfish-free, regular fish-free and egg-free treats. Some of those are obvious, others, less so.
So I’ve launched Bake Sales Are My Bitch (I know, not quite as catchy as GIMB) to help parents on both sides of the issue (I mean, how many vegan birthday parties can one attend? Really.), and ideally bringing us all together to eat safely without rage. That’s a laudable goal, right?