Day 1 of Singledom, Saturday at 7pm:
Movie Theater Ticket Guy (MTTG): Which movie?
Me: Hmm. Have you seen "A Serious Man" and "The Invention of Lying"?
MTTG: (Nods)
Me: Which would you recommend?
MTTG: Well, "The Invention of Lying" will make you laugh, like some ha-ha laughs, but...do you know about the Coen brothers?
Me: I do. I'm in a really bad mood. I need to be cheered up. I'll take one for "The Invention of Lying".
MTTG: Just one?
Me: That's why I'm in a bad mood.
Internet, I got dumped last night - by the man I thought I'd be marrying. "Bad mood" was really a massive understatement. The ha-ha laughs of the movie helped, but only until I realized that "The Invention of Lying" was a *love* story. Sneaky, sneaky movie.
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Even in matters of love - and love lost - gluten-free-dom was part of the story: En route to the flick, ran into the my former gastroenterologist - who lives 250 miles from here! Dr. R., who confirmed my diagnosis 7 years ago, was visiting NYC with his lovely family. I'm not sure which of us was more surprised. Though, of all the places for random sightings to occur, I know from experience that Union Square is a likely venue.
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I was always an avid home cook and restaurant-goer. From my teens on, my idea of "going out" generally involved some form of social eating. I grew up with a huge extended family that regularly dined together and I was in the kitchen helping my grandmother from an early age.
I often joke that I come from deli royalty, as my family owned one in Brooklyn for almost 30 years - so there was always a ton of good food around. Seemed only natural when I started working in restaurants in my early teens, though an accident with a dull knife and my left index finger ended my back of the house aspirations along the way. I've had pretty much every front of the house position at all types of venues, including a few years at Moosewood Restaurant. In my mid-20's, I started to work in healthcare, and have always maintained a love of food and eating well. In 2010, I melded my passions for health and food by completing a master's in public health nutrition.
After being diagnosed with celiac and DH back in 2003, I didn't go out to eat for three years! I don't even remember how long it was before I felt competent enough in the kitchen again to be a gf hostest with the mostest. But that was 10 years ago; I've changed along with the gf product/knowledge landscape. Back in NYC after many years in upstate NY, I'm committed to having a social eating life again, dishing up good eats at home and enjoying what gf vittles NYC has to offer. As any gf person can appreciate, this involves a fair amount of research and planning. Seems a shame to keep all that I've learned to myself; hence this blog.
I often joke that I come from deli royalty, as my family owned one in Brooklyn for almost 30 years - so there was always a ton of good food around. Seemed only natural when I started working in restaurants in my early teens, though an accident with a dull knife and my left index finger ended my back of the house aspirations along the way. I've had pretty much every front of the house position at all types of venues, including a few years at Moosewood Restaurant. In my mid-20's, I started to work in healthcare, and have always maintained a love of food and eating well. In 2010, I melded my passions for health and food by completing a master's in public health nutrition.
After being diagnosed with celiac and DH back in 2003, I didn't go out to eat for three years! I don't even remember how long it was before I felt competent enough in the kitchen again to be a gf hostest with the mostest. But that was 10 years ago; I've changed along with the gf product/knowledge landscape. Back in NYC after many years in upstate NY, I'm committed to having a social eating life again, dishing up good eats at home and enjoying what gf vittles NYC has to offer. As any gf person can appreciate, this involves a fair amount of research and planning. Seems a shame to keep all that I've learned to myself; hence this blog.
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