Neues Platz

I gave up gluten three years ago. I don't remember dreaming about food before then but since then? I dream of two foods and only two foods recurrently: Niakawa Pizza (usually feta and tomato) and my mother's rhubarb platz. In my dream I start eating these things and then realize halfway through that I can't have them anymore, decide that it's too late now and keep eating them until they're all gone. When I wake up I'm really glad it was just a dream or else it would be about a months worth of hurt. But, this weekend, my mother made one of those dreams come true and baked me a gluten free rhubarb platz.

Eating the first piece on Friday night I almost cried and I kept saying, "I can't believe this is really happening. I'm not going to wake up from this. I am actually eating this and I'm not going to be sick." I wish I had adequate words to thank both my mom and the girls at Mennonite Girls Can Cook for making that happen.

To be clear my mother does other amazing things for me all the time, like making rhubarb jam, chicken broth, and potting herbs for me so I have fresh rosemary and basil and chives for cooking up here at the lake. She does my laundry, delivers the post for me every Friday, buys me the odd bottle of wine and tries to remember what brand of this or that I like when she goes to the grocery store. In return I drive her crazy with all my crazy. Mother's are amazing. At least mine is.

We also finally finished turning this, my summer home:

Into this:

With the exception of some weeding and window washing, the rest of the summer is ours to enjoy!