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Self-Portrait of A (Sore) Gluten-Free Baker.

by caroline

Whew! It's been a busy few days. I swear it doesn't matter how strong or fit one might be, moving is a "sport" all in its own. By the time my head hit the pillow last night, my body completely melted into the bed. I was out for the count. And upon waking this morning, I was reminded of every little muscle these wonderful bodies of ours have. I forgot that my inner elbow tendons can get sore!

So, we are all "moved in" with our wonderful friend who has agreed to put up with us until our apartment opens up on May 1st, and now it's time to get back into the kitchen! It is always weird for me to try and navigate a kitchen with which I am unfamiliar, but, luckily, I packed a small arsenal (OK, three boxes) with my most-used favorites.

I am working on a dessert for a barbecue we are attending tonight, but I am trying to work in a special angle: A Passover-inspired sweet treat. Dan is Jewish and I, of course, want to make him something delicious to celebrate this holiday! The great thing about Passover and gluten-free baking is that they abide by many of the same principles — no wheat flour, as well as spelt, barley, oats and rye.

Let's see what I can come up with!

In the meantime, I leave you with one of my most-loved poems. This one, "Self Portrait" by David Whyte, has me particularly inspired this morning. My favorite part? "I want to know if you know how to melt, Into that fierce heat of living …":

 

Self Portrait

It doesn't interest me if there is one God
Or many gods.
I want to know if you belong — or feel abandoned;
If you know despair
Or can see it in others.
I want to know
If you are prepared to live in the world
With its harsh need to change you;
If you can look back with firm eyes
Saying "this is where I stand."
I want to know if you know how to melt
Into that fierce heat of living
Falling toward the center of your longing.
I want to know if you are willing
To live day by day
With the consequence of love
And the bitter unwanted passion
Of your sure defeat.
I have been told
In that fierce embrace
Even the gods
Speak of God.

 

Enjoy your day!