Taxman is soon off to a Work Conference. We capitalize to make it Important. And it is important, because it represents a free ticket to the United States, the land of reasonably priced maple syrup. And also Trader Joe’s.
I hear that you U.S. dwellers also may be experiencing the season known as “fall,” wherein the leaves turn pretty colors and there is a chill in the air and you go pick apples and pumpkins (sob!). I would just like you to know that in Israel, we are still wearing short sleeves but I have spotted a nachlieli every day for about a week, which means that any month now the temperature will drop below 70.
Taxman will actually be gone for about nine days (4 days of conference + 2 days of travel + shabbat + 2 days of shopping and no, I am totally not kidding, he needs new Rockports).
I have decided to use that period to experiment. On myself.
Because while our heads are getting adjusted to life in Israel, nobody in the family has had a really great digestive adjustment. I won’t bore you with the details, but there has been far more tummy trouble in the past 14 months than in the many, many years before that.
But back to me. I was thinking that while Taxman was gone and I was cooking for one (“cooking”), I might try to cut out something and see if I felt more like myself. My previous self, who didn’t feel bloated and tired all the time. After consultation with the awesome Magda, I decided to cut out gluten. (Dairy was the other contender.)
I am a little terrified, frankly, because I have a pretty insatiable love of All Things Pastry. Ditching gluten means goodbye to all that, plus easy foods like cereal and sandwiches and pizza. Israel has not caught up to America in terms of labeling or availability of gluten free things, so I am hoping that quality time in a natural foods store will yield gluten-free soy sauce (at a minimum) and assurance that I can get some other basics. I will be eating a lot of rice. And fruit. Which probably isn’t so bad.
I am curious, though, to see if I can feel a difference. While I know I definitely don’t have celiac (I was tested for it after Miss M was born), I am convinced that my body and metabolism are not what they were five or ten years ago. Um, hi, middle age! Nice to see you! There’s a nice rocking chair right over there.
Only a few more days until the experiment begins. In the meantime, I’ll be eating pasta every day. Ta ta!