Maybe it was the kombucha.
I posted on Facebook yesterday about having grapefruit pamplemousse kombucha on tap. Wow, it was amazing. It’s local and organic, from Whale Bird, and I had it at the 100% gluten-free, vegan Trilogy Cafe in La Jolla (San Diego) yesterday and again today.
It wasn’t just the health benefits that got me going. It was the fact that it tasted so fantastic. Light and airy, with a little fizz. I mean, I wish I could have it in place of a cocktail whenever going out with friends. Why don’t they serve it everywhere?
Kombucha is an acquired taste, yes. But so is beer (and frankly, so is every adult drink from coffee to whiskey.) And, since I have never really found a gluten free beer that I’ve liked, a replacement is in order. I love a good cosmo just as much as the next girl, but my post-celiac body doesn’t love them as much as it did in my 20s.
But it was much more than the kombucha that made me decide to revive this blog. More than my recent visit to the Second Annual Yale Pediatric Celiac Day, where I learned lots of new things, from threats to strategies, on the celiac front. And more than us coming to the end of May, which is Celiac Awareness Month.
The biggest change to prompt me to write again was finally – yes, finally! – figuring out what was STILL getting me sick from time to time despite a thousand big and small changes to my diet. It has been over six years since my diagnosis at age 40. I have a lot to share, and I know this is the place to do it. So welcome back!