A New World

Going cold turkey away from wheat means that instead of succulent, crusty, aromatic bread, i'm eating slices of heavy pumpernickel. My bread of choice.

At first I found myself losing half the bread in the toaster and then being glad that some crumbled when I tried to remove it from its slot. But then I became more adept at lowering each half slice into the toaster. I knew I had converted when I said, after eating a half slice with avocado and cheese, " This bread is delicious."

I'm infatuated with a dainty sized slice of pumpernickel that I probably never even gave a second look three weeks ago.

Now to cook up steel cut oatmeal and rice pasta.