Glutano

I've been naughty lately and haven't been rotating wheat in and out of my diet. As a result, it's making me sicker, so I've gone of it if for a few days.

Meanwhile, I'm craving crispbread, of course. Tonight, my husband happened to pick up a box of Glutano Crispbread at Whole Foods and he asked "uh, what language is this in?" I looked at it and told him it was in English. It turned out he was staring at the Russian label for it. So I read off the ingredients in Russian, too, just to be obnoxious.

Anyhow, this stuff is labeled as being soy, wheat, egg, gluten, and milk free. It's mostly made from rice and corn products (with a bit of sugar and salt) and is vegetarian, from what I can see. It's bland, but has a nice, airy crunch to it. My husband compared it to Cap'n Crunch cereal without so much sugar. I dipped it in very garlicky hummus and fell in love. I highly recommend the Glutano Crispbread for dipping in bean dips, eating with goat cheese, marmite, or any other thing you might use crispbread for.

I was rather amused that the labels are in both English and Russian. I wasn't aware of an interest for GF food in any Slavic communities. I'd expect to see Swedish on a label for GF, but not Russian. I'm going to have to investigate this. Wheat, rye, and barley products are quite common in Russian cooking.

(cross-posted to food_allergies

Wanna see me get mad?

If you're a friend of mine and you use the word "gay" as a synonym for stupid, wrong, lame, etc, please understand that *every single time you do this*, it cuts me. And when I say kids die because of word choice like that, I mean it. When you say something like math homework is so gay, you demean human beings. How would you like it if your gender, race, or religion were a synonym for stupid, dull, and lame? Sure, the witty part of my brain rejoinders Math must be pretty damn cool then, but that's only because I'm an adult with a reasonably well developed sense of identity and self-worth. I also happen to like math, but that's not important here.

When you keep using gay like that, people start to believe it. The gay kid sitting next to you believes it. The kids around you who might or might not be gay believe it. The belief that gay people are somehow abnormal persists and it can lead to pain, violence, and death.

Some stats show that 30% of all teen suicides are LGBT youth. LGBT teens are two to six times more likely to commit suicide than their non-LGBT peers. There are many reasons, but the near constant barrage of homophobic comments that so many people toss off without thinking contributes to the decay of self-worth (it also contributes to violence perpetrated against LGBT folk) and the isolation many gay people experience.

So when I say that using words like fag and gay as pejorative terms kills kids, I mean it. And I hold anyone who uses them responsible for the pain, violence, and death those words inflict whether directly or indirectly.

fishy ingredient...

Ick...

Fish ingredient might be introduced to a variety of foods. I could care less about the bacon, fish, forumula, and ham. I want my OJ and bread left alone.

Fortunately, I doubt I really have to worry. It's not like I can buy most store-bought bread, anyhow.

I really don't think enrichment is the solution to widespread malnutrition. I think education is a much better option. I'd say that those who can't be bothered to eat properly will just fall victim to natural selection, but I'm not sure that's fair to those who are too poor to buy enough food.

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I'm interested in explodingcat's thoughts on this particular feline's behavior.

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I laughed at jeff today when he asked if standing up throughout the wedding would be a problem. I asked how long, he told me "through the ceremony."

"How long will the ceremony last?"
"An hour," I start laughing as he continues, "hopefully no more, but the rabbi might decide to go off on tangents."

I suggested he have a stool or seat nearby that I could sink into. I simply can't guarantee that I can stand for that long. Sometimes I do, but more often I sit down wherever's handy. I'm frequently found on street curbs or on the paving of the DT Mall. When I was still trying to work and had to go shopping for anything, I'd frequently sack out on couches/chairs at Nordstrom's (ladies lounge) or sit down by the piano player.

My wedding was 20 minutes long, but there was a stool nearby had I needed it. I needed it for the receiving line, but was okay for the service.

Today's one of those days where my feet are screaming when they're not bearing weight. And it's a lovely mix of joint/inflammatory, muscular/connective tissue, and nerve pain. I love my life. I've got the recliner out, but the nerve pain is getting worse, so I need to go find a position that doesn't seem to compress anything. to make matters peachier, my fibro is flaring worse than usual (that's the addition of the muscular/connective tissue pain to my feet).

i know that a few drinks would dull the pain, but i really prefer to avoid self-medicating with alcohol. and i need to sew tonight. can't do that terribly well while drunk, now, can i?

maybe my husband will be a doll and scrub out the tub for me so that i can take a bath with some epsom salts. maybe. hrm... i wonder if he'd do that. i'd let him stick kittens up his nose if he did. i wish we had a pool or a hot tub.

all these august babies...

Happy Birthday, klwalton!

PSA

I really liked 7UP Gold. It's been fifteen years, but I can still remember the lovely spicy taste.

i apologize to any friends of mine who might be into ponies or identify as furries

explodingcat has a Tomahawk shirt he loves quite a bit. On the back is the phrase "Put on the mask and dance for daddy." This phrase has become something I say fairly often. Today it took a silly turn, due to a VH1 episode on Internet Dating.

krasota: Put on the bridle and dance for daddy.
explodingcat: Put on the bridle and eat hay for daddy.
krasota: You saw the teaser for pony play, eh?
explodingcat: (ominously) Yes.
...
krasota: Put on the bear suit and dance for daddy.
explodingcat: O.O
explodingcat: A bear suit would be cool. I could turn over people's tents and cars and eat their food."
krasota: o_O

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I've been pinning and cutting the lining piece by piece. I've got a killer headache. Caffeine would help, but I want to sleep. Then again, I could just drink the caffeine, stay up, cut out the velvet, and look at mars at 5:51am and *then* go to bed.

of course, it might cloud over, in which case i'll be cranky and awake. decisions, decisions...