It seems every month I am discovering a new food allergy attacking my gut biome. I am getting nervous that my next step is going to be to axe the gluten.
I am already lactose-intolerant. Most acidic things as well (i.e. tomatoes, pineapple, onion family including garlic). The latest is animal fat, no more lamb, oxtail, ribs, or ribeye steaks.
I'm fairly diverse and I'd call myself an accomplished home cook. I typically eat pretty well rounded I would say. No breakfast, or maybe a swig of kefir. Sandwiches for lunch everyday. Not big on sweets. No soda, lots of water. Dinner of meat and rice, with a side of sauteed veg is a typical easy night. I'll make my own pasta, stews and soups are fairly regular too. Try to eat one vegetarian dinner a week.
Is there any hope to have anything good left if I was forced to cut out gluten as well? Or am i doomed to blandness?
Does anyone have any foody websites they visit with such dietary restrictions? It seems i can't find anything quite niche enough that doesn't go full vegan (I understand I have to substitute some things myself in any recipes. But when 80%< is substituted I don't think that counts as following the recipe)
Or is there any cuisine in particular that seems to be easier to make gluten free?
Just looking for help in general here, any advice.
When I think about it, I've had many more of these experiences than I realized before.
Asides just flying out to the Aleutian islands which is always a risk. I'll have to go with being attacked by a mother moose when I was 14 or so with my grandma. We gave it a wide berth, did everything right but she must have been terrorized recently (it was near a shitty city). We were charged on a narrow trail. I had to choose between pushing my grandmother over to run faster, or getting trampled. She was an active elder and everything. But not as fast as a 14 year old. So obviously I got trampled.
I remember the force knocking me flat, sliding forward on my back, and the huge silhouette of moose belly against the cloudy sky. Before she started stomping and spinning, which I just went fetal position.
She ended up stomping through my thigh that first stomp, didn't break anything (idk how). She missed my nethers by about 3 inches and missed my artery by about 1/4 an inch.
Luckily my grandmother was a calm cool collected doctor. She knew it missed the artery and assured me I wouldn't die the ten minute walk back to the car. Didn't really calm me down.
That's one of the predominant experiences ๐