Day 2.

On day 2 of being gluten free, we make gluten free pancakes with rice milk and the goats milk butter (probably not perfect, but seemed better than butter from a cow) that I bought the day before. Our friends kids have had a sleep over after the movie night and we really begin to wonder how the will feel about these very alternative pancakes. Will they notice? We put lashings of apple sauce, chocolate spread and agave nectar (a new discovery the day before – amazing stuff) on the table and figure that if the pancakes get smothered no-one will notice the difference.

The pancakes go down really well. The kids don’t notice. We breathe a sigh of relief. Put that on the list of gluten free successes…

Lunchtime – our friends join us and we grill some tuna steaks on the BBQ with some corn. A perfect gluten free lunch, except for the fact that C has recently decided that he no longer likes salmon, tune or prawns (he used to love all three). So for the kids we take the gluten free pizza bases I’d just bought and smother them with the fresh puttanesca sauce that seemed like a good idea at the time of shopping. The pizzas turn out pretty well and I’m so proud that we’ve managed to make our own gluten free food. But, C doesn’t really agree. He hates the puttanesca sauce but manages to get one small slice down and begrudgingly eats a small amount of tuna.

It’s soon late afternoon and we decide to head to the beach. I reach for snacks and realize that we haven’t really got that much gluten free choice yet. I pack some bananas and some tortilla chips and vow to do some research to figure out what my options are on the snack front once I get back home.

At the beach, C is soon freezing and starving. He hasn’t eaten much all day, due to the whole lunch episode and I feel myself starting to get stressed about the time, knowing that we have hardly anything to feed him at home, that it’s a school night, that he’s tired and that we really need to figure out this whole food thing. Our friends offer their snacks, but most of it isn’t gluten free.

I bicker with my husband about what time it is and why it always has to be me that thinks about the time and the consequences of not getting the kids home and to bed on time. You know the kind of argument, I’m sure. Except it wasn’t really an argument, it was more of a one sided nag on my part. The meltdown begins in the car. All part of what we’ve been dealing with C’s low energy levels for months and as awful as it sounds, I’m so done with it – especially when I feel as if it could have been avoided.

We get home and resort to feeding C a tin of Trader Joes chicken chili. I’m now not sure whether it was 100% gluten free, but it seemed like the best choice at the time. He eats masses of it with corn chips and his mood changes the moment he has food in his tummy. Phew – our good old C is back again. I take out a stash of my Jamie Oliver ( cookbooks, figuring that that’s the best place to start when looking for some good wholesome family style recipes, and begin to decipher what will now work for us and what won’t.

Once the kids are in bed that evening, I start trawling through celiac’s disease websites trying to glean as much info as I can about what is and what isn’t gluten free. I can’t find the website that was recommended to me at the time of diagnosis, so I leave a rambling voicemail asking for a call back to clarify where this wonderful website is that will answer all of my unanswered questions.