On the weekend someone asked me if we had adopted Ephraim. I always laugh a little inside when people ask, especially when they have seen both me and Jared; two people as white as us don’t usually produce children as brown as Ephraim. But I understand the question, it’s a polite and safe way to approach the subject and I enjoy talking adoption with people.
Can one be a hippie without milling your own rice flour? Absolutely!
Can one mill your own rice flour without feeling like a hippie? I don’t think so.
Now, before you start getting all worried, you can totally just buy rice flour, you do not need to mill your own. But shortly after getting diagnosed with celiac Jared did some math and figured with the amount of GF flour we’d be using it would be cheaper for us to buy a good mill and mill our own rice flour.
Anyone else remember this line from Bambi: “Eating greens is a special treat, it gives long ears and great big feet.”? Well, I don’t want the long ears and great big feet but I am eating more greens so we’ll see what happens . . .
Surprisingly I haven’t shared about this at all online but last year was a hard one for me physically.
Long story very short, after a number of doctor, specialist appointments and a colonoscopy I was diagnosed with Crohn’s disease in September. I’ll probably write out the whole story one of these days, for now the short version will do.