The fiancé and I |
Wrong, wrong, wrong! It took me years to fully digest (pun intended) the magnitude of that lifestyle change. Around the same time I finally accepted my fate and was eating entirely gluten free, I graduated from college and made the big move to the Dominican Republic. My weekly trips to Whole Foods and Trader Joe's were null and void. No gluten free bread, pasta, cookies and crackers? What the hell was I going to eat?
The first year, I ate eggs. Lots of eggs. Scrambled eggs for breakfast. Eggs with tomatoes in a sandwich bag for lunch. Eggs and salami for dinner.
Then I got tired of eggs, and I surrendered. It was time to get in the kitchen.
Then I got tired of eggs, and I surrendered. It was time to get in the kitchen.
A benefit of living in the Caribbean: fresh fruit all. year. round. |
It started with rice, the DR's daily bread, and by now I've worked my way through dozens of Dominican and not-so-Dominican recipes. After celebratory dancing around the food that didn't turn out burnt or dry or too salty, the fiancé and I started to take pictures of it, and after a couple of months, La Buena Fe was born.
Pineapples from Las Matas de Farfán, DR |
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