When I became gluten-free, my first thoughts centered on how I was going to live without baked goods. Then I scoured every store looking for substitutions: Trader Joes, Whole Foods, Dierbergs. I found gluten free-brownie mixes, pie crusts, xanthum gum, and pale rice flour bread in the freezer section. I languished for days over blogs: Gluten-Free Girl, La Tartine Gourmand, and Fresh Ginger. These are people that have embraced gluten-free living, taken it by storm. And I can too.

Pictured above is my first gluten-free brownie. I felt very adventurous just using the gluten-free Trader Joe's mix. It was pretty tasty. Joshua and I devoured the whole pan in a matter of days.

Being gluten-free has closed one door in my life and opened another. I would like to share that with everyone I know. I feel so much better. I am less angry. Dedicated to eating well. Hungrier. And ready to conquer the world! Please join my in my journey where I am very Hungry For Cookbooks.

The Bean Stands Alone

I love to cook all day long on my days off work, almost more than anything. I love nothing more than to put a stew on the stove and watch it simmer all day long while the savory smells waft around the house. When I got the chance to order a mass of Rancho Gordo beans, I knew this is how I would spend my upcoming leisure days.

The other day, I started my morning by giving my yellow-eye beans a good soaking in a bath of warm water. I know that that there is often a debate on this subject. To soak or not to soak? I'm floating in the soak boat. It seems important, like a necessary insurance policy for tender, luscious beans.

Later in the day I returned to cook the beans. I always cook beans in water alone, but only because I'm really nervous to add anything else. I made that mistake before, adding all the tomatoes and stock at the beginning, rushing to finish the cooking process, ready to enjoy a pot of bean soup. That only resulted in rock hard pebble beans that could chip a tooth.

After the beans began to simmer on the stove, the lovely, savory aroma filled my house. I couldn't resist lifting the lid and giving them a long stir. I added a ham hock, two cloves of garlic, some sea salt, and fresh cracked pepper. That's all the beans needed. I used to be an ingredients-person, the more ingredients the merrier. I would add so many things to a dish, stirring, blending, whisking until everything melded together into a great big mess. And, there is nothing wrong with that. I just want to give ingredients a chance to shine. The bean yearns to stand alone (for the most part anyway.)

After the bean pot warmed on the stove for hours, I made myself a giant bowl. It was amazing. The beans were savory and delicious. They melted in my mouth as I chewed. I moaned. I wanted to eat each bean one by one so this experience would never end. Sadly it did end, but I do have nine more pounds of beans.

Allow me to introduce myself. . .

I'm Jenny, the proprietor of this lovely blog. I have been a blogger for four years now, but thought it was about time that I dedicated an entire blog to my love of food. I am a self proclaimed cookbook addict and food podcast lover. I intend to introduce both to this blog.

I'm a bit of a late bloomer. At 30, I am a junior in college studying American studies/sociology. I plan to be an archivist/librarian, maybe. Or perhaps, I'll be a farmer of tomatoes and eggs with my scientist husband Joshua. We have two lovely puggies, Petey and Pikachu, who take up a lot of my time. (I'm sure they will make an appearance at some point.) Josh and I also have a growly bunny names Basil and a really old guinea pig named Bean. I like taking walks with my husband and drinking way too much coffee.

I would really like to introduce the world to my love of cookbooks, podcasts, and preparing delicious food!