“Birthdays are nature’s way of telling us to eat more cake.”
This past Sunday was my birthday. Not to be all Negative Nancy, but turning 37 was NOT that thrilling in the grand scheme of things. To make matters worse, a full-on “raging hormone” war was taking place in my SAGGY, FLABBY body. Can I get a waaaah? What I wanted – strike that – needed was chocolate. Lots of chocolate. My darling husband of ten years knew it was vital that he take action quickly: provide his long in the tooth wife with some chocolaty confection or get punched in the throat. Just for the record, I wouldn’t really punch my devoted spouse in the throat. I abhor physical violence. A kick in the shin might be warranted though as I take my chocolate very seriously.
Enter the wondrous Betty Crocker. As you all know, Betty Crocker offers gluten free cake, cookie and brownie mixes. What could be better to perk up a disheartening 37th birthday than with chocolate cake? I had yet to try Betty’s gluten free version of their Devil’s Food cake. However, a few months ago I had taste tested the gluten free vanilla cake mix with good results. Chuck (a.k.a. husband in reaction/avoidance mode) began mixing the cake ingredients. Just as I had doctored the Betty Crocker vanilla cake mix, Chuck added two ingredients to the gluten free devil’s food cake mix. One cup of sour cream and one packet of chocolate pudding mix went into the batter. The result? A moist, dense, chocolaty hunk of heaven. This cake was so darn good that Chuck and my two kiddos were permitted ONE slice each. I ate the rest of the cake forkful by fabulous forkful. By the time I got around to taking a picture to post (priorities People, cake before photography!), all that remained was one tiny bite.
My birthday turned out to be quite fabulous and amazingly tasty. I can’t wait to turn (gasp) 38! Yeah, that’s totally a lie, but the cake…I’ll take any day!



I’ve mentioned before that I am a vegetarian. Swore off meat, fish, and chicken at the rebellious age of 18. Well, except for bacon. Just couldn’t give up the bacony goodness. So, in reality, I am a bacon eating (fraud) vegetarian. Being a vegetarian, one would think that I love, ahem, vegetables. Truth be told, I am not a huge fan. I do have my favorites, but I’m not screaming from the rooftops, “I can’t survive without Dinosaur Kale!”
Sometimes you feel like a nut. Sometimes you don’t.
For example, at the tender age of 18, I suddenly decided to stop eating any meat, chicken, or fish. However, I COULDN’T give up bacon. So, I told myself that bacon came from the “Bacon Tree”. This is my twisted way of justifying being a vegetarian who eats (mmmm…) bacon. PB & B (peanut butter & bacon) sandwiches are my favorite (many find this to be yet another odd food issue of mine). As a vegetarian, I was supposed to eat lots of vegetables and fruits. Not one to follow the crowd, I opted for consuming a large quantity of chocolate, Ramen Noodles, and nachos with melted jalapeno “fake cheese”. Healthy? Not by a long shot.
When I was first diagnosed three years ago with Celiac Disease, I had no idea what the heck was safe to eat. I made the usual newbie mistakes, thinking “wheat free” labels meant gluten free (and totally glutening myself in the process). I was terrified to ingest much of anything for fear that my rear-end would literally self implode (ok, really bad visual, my sincere apologies). So, for the first month after going gluten free, I ate a block of sharp cheese, two avocados, and some sun dried tomatoes.











