Bartacos ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

It was a random Tuesday night when a friend and I decided to search Yelp for a dinner suggestion nearby. Up popped a new restaurant called Bartacos which I pronounced “Bart-a-goes”. It took the random kindness of someone overhearing nearby to correct me and explain the name was actually pronounced “Bar-tacos”. Hmmm, given that this was a taco place, I concurred that her suggestion made much more sense.

Walking in, the restaurant was set up like a modern style home (but much bigger) with an expansive bookshelf, low seating, wall seating and booths all accented by handsome beach décor. I really hoped the food was good because I was already looking forward to frequenting this new found gem.

Once seated, the process was explained. The ordering was much like a sushi bar where you complete your choices on a tiny piece of paper before turning it in. Making my selection took some time because all of the tacos were (or could be modified to be) gluten free. I repeat, I could eat almost anything on the menu!

I settled on a spicy shrimp taco and two mushroom tacos, one traditional and one in a lettuce wrap at our server’s suggestion. They arrived family style, tiny tacos lining our tray, and I didn’t hesitate to dig in. Not only was the presentation perfect, the taste was fantastic. With a great atmosphere, awesome service and tasty little gluten free tacos, this place gets five stars. And by the way, just a tip - it’s pronounced “Bar-tacos” : )

This pic is from my second visit!  

This pic is from my second visit!  

NYC Round 2!

My second trip to New York for "research" was accompanied by my mom. I have never traveled with my mom and in fact, she has never (yes, in their entire marriage of 35+ years) spent as much time away from my dad as she would on this trip. They have done everything together (by choice!) including raising my siblings and then traveling together and even living abroad (possibly to escape my siblings and I, I'm still not sure about that)... So after the first day of getting delayed hours at the airport then trekking our bags through the subway after midnight, then getting lost because one of the connections had been shut down, I was not sure she would be with me for more abuse.. er, um... "Fun" come day 2. But, like the trooper she is, we slept our two hours and were up again to head to the Celiac Center for a "breath test". 

The hardest part about this test was the prep. For 24 hours before, there were no allowable fruits or veggies limiting the one meal I would have to plain white rice with plain salmon. YUM! As for the morning of the test, there would be nothing, not even the water and toothpaste to brush your teeth! 

The test itself simply involved breathing into a small handheld tube (similar to an asthma test) regularly over a period of three hours. That's it! Aside from avoiding boredom and trying to stop your brain from thinking about food, it is a CAKE walk (as you might have guessed, I had trouble not thinking about food!) 

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The point of the test is to measure bacteria in your stomach and see if perhaps it has gotten out of whack, causing symptoms that may be consistent with Celiac (bloating, gas, etc. - all the fun stuff!)

I'm still waiting on a call from my doctor to find out exactly what the results showed but the tech administering the test didn't seem to see anything of alarm. And although I should be happy to have "normal" results, as opposed to a gut full of bacteria,  I am not sure what it leaves as an explanation for the continuing symptoms. If you have Celiac and are still having discomfort regularly this may be something to ask your doctor about. It's not difficult, just don't think about food.... Or cake...

Food, it Humbles us All

I write a lot about Celiac because it's so cool and chic. I mean, who wouldn't want this amazing disease? But today I thought we'd venture out into another eating problem that can be debilitating and embarrassing. You or someone you love has probably suffered from it at one time, and the worst part is, you may have not even known! 

That's right, I'm talking about the "food stuck in your teeth" ailment. This affliction is not only debilatating for the individual that suffers but also for everyone around them! Let me paint a scenario for you. There you are with a friend or even worse, a date! The ambience is perfect, the lighting low, the waitstaff attentive to your every need. You look down at your plate that has just arrived, perfectly presented in the flickering candlelight. You grab your silverware and prepare to take the first bite, lifting it to your lips and looking into your companion's eyes but, GAH!!!!! You can't look in your companion's eyes because you are immediately drawn to their teeth. What used to be pearly whites are now pearly whites being massively invaded by flowery green! Or worse, black!

Inside, you panic. The stress is now destroying your once happy meal. You try again with another bite, looking down and hoping that when you raise your eyes once more the situation will have resolved itself. You take your time, pretending you have a need to get the "perfect" bite onto your fork. You slowly, carefully raise your eyes again and, OH GOD!!!! The situation has managed to get worse!

Not to fear, I am here to help you in these times of great distress and have created a three point scale complete with steps of action.  

Scenario 1: Your companion has a small discoloration lodged between their teeth. Perhaps pepper or a similar sized spice. 

Action: DO NOTHING. I assure you, a tiny object will most likely be noticed by your companion and rectified on their next trip to the bathroom. If you attempt to fix this situation at the given table, it will end in multiple gestures of "here, no not there" followed by your desire to reach across the table and use your fingers in your companion's mouth. This is not acceptable. Therefore, I repeat, do nothing.  

Scenario 2: Your companion has a large discoloration lodged between their teeth or perhaps resting comfortably on top of their teeth.  

Action: Kindly and ever so softly as to not draw attention to the entire world whisper, "Oh, looks like you have a little something something" as you point appropriately, to the offending area using your own mouth as a road map. If you do not take some action, when your companion is alerted to the situation themselves either through the person across the room that can make it out, or on their next trip to the bathroom, they will despise you for letting them look like a moron. Understandable.  

Scenario 3: Your companion chose poorly, ordered black bean soup with large chunks of cilantro and now has a mouth that more closely resembles brown m and m's than white chiclets. 

Action: Excuse yourself and wait in bathroom approximately thirty minutes until your companion  finishes eating, gets bored and hopefully (dear God, hopefully) checks their teeth or utilizes a toothpick. 

So, perhaps my suggestions are not perfected but it's nice to know that it's not just us Celiac's making dining out an adventure. Happy eating to us all! 

Potato Kale Soup

For some reason, I love potato soup. I didn't care what I ended up with when I started cooking this soup as long as I had nice chunks of potato waiting for me at the bottom of my bowl. Fortunately, it turned out to be good so I'm sharing it!

Ingredients: 

5 cups of water 

1 small can unsweetened coconut milk

2-3 small russet potatoes, cubed

1 large onion sliced thick

3 cups carrots sliced thin

2 cups kale

1-2 teaspoons salt

1/2 teaspoon pepper

1-2 teaspoons garlic powder

1-2 teaspoons onion powder

1-2 teaspoons paprika  

2 hard boiled eggs if desired

Put potatoes on high heat in water with 1 tsp salt and bring to a boil for ten minutes. 

Bring heat to low and add onion, carrots and spices. Most spices should be to your taste so start at the low end and add more as needed to finish. 

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Add coconut milk when mixture is no longer boiling. Stir for five minutes, cover and simmer low for 40 minutes. 

Add kale and cover to simmer low for twenty minutes. Add more spices as needed. 

I like to add some sliced hard boiled eggs when serving for protein and scallions to finish. Serve hot and enjoy!

 

 

Whole Food Challenges

The cool thing about going on a whole foods diet is the realization that even what I considered to be a "healthy" diet before had room for improvement. And when I say improvement, I mean like trash to treasure level!  

My weekly shopping trips now had me focused on 1/16th of the store at best! As you walk through aisle after aisle, it's eye opening to realize how much of our food comes in a box! And worse still, how many of those boxes have ingredients that are unidentifiable.

It's hard to believe that eating only real food would present a challenge but it's true. That fact alone helped motivate me to keep going! Aren't we supposed to be eating real food??? So just in case, you're thinking of joining the few, the proud, the hangry... here are my tips for starting (and finishing) a whole food challenge. 

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1. Meal prep. No joke, decide what you're going to eat in advance and don't depend on any fast restaurant options to save you in your time of need.  

2. Try not to cry. Believe me, you will want to cry but no one ever died trying to eat healthy. Well, they may have but chances are the healthy part was unrelated. 

3. Respect the process. You may face withdrawals, headaches, tummy aches, etc. (in this case, refer to step two) but that is actually good! You're giving your body a chance to heal and healing can be painful! 

4. Be gentle with yourself and find other ways to celebrate or relax. Our culture and habits center a lot around food but a night out or glass of wine isn't what matters, it's being with friends and family to begin with! You can do that with water as easily as wine. Or, better still, try a new class or activity together instead of the same old place. Yoga anyone?

5. Enlist friends! Misery loves company! I mean... the more the merrier! And if your friends don't want to suffer along, find a local group or Facebook page. Not only are there nice people out there but hearing others experiences, ideas, recipes, etc. can go a long way when you're thinking about giving up!

Happy eating friends! 

Makis Place ⭐️

Learning of a new sushi place in the neighborhood is like finding out Christmas is coming a month early. The excitement heightens as you count down each day! My brother, being a sushi afficionado such as myself, was just as excited. We'd drive by, we'd walk by, we'd check their Facebook page! If this place were a human, we'd have been arrested for stalking. 

Makis touts a different take on sushi, selling primarily temaki, which are large hand rolls (think sushi burrito!). So needless to say, we were excited!

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When they finally opened, we visited late in the evening. The place was empty except for one table with what appeared to be the owners, working with the kitchen staff as they shuffled papers.  

The waiter came over, seemingly as excited as we were, joyfully walking us through the menu. I told him, as I now do many wait staff across Orlando, that I had Celiac disease and asked for suggestions on what might work.  

He wasn't sure but quickly offered to check before walking over to the table where restaurant business was in full swing. The bad thing about an empty restaurant that night was that the conversation was easily overheard and the answer to "what gluten free options do we have?" was simply, "we don't have anything for that".  

And so here my review ends abruptly, like any hopes of future meals at Makis Place. I'd like to say a little more thought was given, or even that the owner took the time to walk over and offer an empathetic explanation, but the issue was opened and closed in under ten seconds. For what it's worth, my brother quite enjoyed his meal and I imagine will become a regular patron. But in the meantime, my one star remains, solely for the great waiter who was a pleasure to have around, at least until he told me there was nothing for me there.  

Pizza Delivery, at its creepiest....

This past Tuesday I decided to drive down to Fort Myers, FL for a meeting scheduled for the following morning. I knew it meant a night away from home, but it also meant I would not be driving down the highway at 4am Wednesday morning, inflicting emotional trauma on drivers around me as they watched me nod off! 

It was late in the evening when I landed at my hotel and I was anxious to eat and sleep. Unfortunately, my plans didn't go exactly as I thought they would. When I asked the hotel what they might have available for someone maintaining a gluten-free diet, all I got back was "nothing"........... Hmm....

Since "nothing" wasn't exactly what I had hoped for, I decided to do a Google search immediately. After making a few calls, and reviewing more than a few online menus, I settled on a small upscale pizza parlor that had not only a gluten-free menu, but also would deliver! 

Enter dilemma two. At this point it was 9 PM and my stomach was growling. But when I called and spoke to the first employee at the restaurant, they seemed to be a little overwhelmed with my request. Fortunately, what sounded like a manager came on the line next. He assured me they could do a gluten free personal size pizza with a salad and even a drink to go. The only problem was they were in the midst of making the batches of dough for the next morning, so in order to ensure an allergy safe pizza, they needed to clean up the space and it would take about an hour and a half before I was seeing any semblance of dinner. Since pizza.... Or, well... PIZZA was my only option I decided I'd wait. The manager said he'd send my order out with someone at the end of their shift so I thanked him and began the search to find something to fill my wait time.  

Just about the time my will to live was ending, my cell phone rang! It was the same employee I'd talked to earlier and he was delivering my meal personally! What service! I met him in the lobby and he was overly friendly, I figured because I had tipped him about 35% for his efforts to keep me fed. 

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It was about twenty minutes later that my cell phone rang again, now well into the late evening hours. I recognized the number from the pizza guy. "Odd, I'll just let it go to voicemail and see if maybe he charged me wrong or something"... When he didn't leave a voicemail, I figured it was nothing. But now at 11pm, my phone starts buzzing again with a message from the same number! "Just checking to see how your dinner was. It's me, pizza guy (not exact quote, he used his name : ). Hope your night is great." Now some of you may be thinking, "That's not creepy, it's sweet." But here's the actual truth and a tip for anyone delivering food. If you happen to deliver to a single gal in a hotel and (because it's required for her order) you score her cell number, don't use it to check in on her at 11pm at night!!! I locked my door and triple checked it at least five times, kicking myself for giving out my room number on the initial call. 

On the bright side, my meal was pretty fantastic... 

Firebirds ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

It didn’t take long to fall in love with a new restaurant in the Mills area of Orlando. Firebirds stands out as you drive past it, boasting a modern brick design and large outdoor patio. With my good friend in town from San Diego, I decided to give it a try, hoping it would be up to the “foodie” standards of California.

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When you walk in, the high ceilings, impressive bar (with items organized by color along the back wall) and bright pops of orange throughout make you feel like you’ve stepped into a place designed with every detail in mind. My friend and I chose a high top table with bright pillows and a nearby built in fireplace. From start to finish, we were catered to by a friendly and knowledgeable staff (one of whom shared tips from his training), “Never say no to a customer”.

The separate menu full of gluten free options was amazing. I decided to start with a fruity mojito (it was happy hour after all), which definitely made it to the top ten list of best drinks I’ve ever had. And for dinner, I chose a strawberry shrimp salad and side of mashed potatoes. This would be a great time to share a picture with you, but it looked so fantastic I dove right in and was NOT disappointed. If I had to find any negative, I’d say the salad was a little heavy on the dressing, but the taste was so delicious it would be hard to fault having a little extra.

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So, if you like good food, a friendly staff, amazing drinks or just sitting down in a relaxing and beautiful atmosphere, Firebirds is the place to be. You’ll probably see me there, right next to the fireplace. If not, that’s ok… more for me!