Hi Readers, Today I would like to share my story of how I found out that I had Celiac disease. I considered myself pretty healthy. I ate everything that my mom made at home and she did a wonderful job of balancing vegetables, meats, grains fruits, desserts. I was a thin child growing up but had a little bloated belly right where the intestines are. I started gaining weight when we moved to Syria and I was introduced to Tang and Kraft cream cheese spread when I was fourteen. I always loved eating rice with masala dishes or dry vegetable dishes. I loved eating tarka rice (fried onions with spices), white rice with yogurt and biryani. I liked roti(bread) but with very few dishes like bhindi (Okra), Kerela (bitter melon) and Paye (Goat Feet curry). When I moved to Winnipeg, for University, I ate whatever I felt like eating. I avoided bread as much I could and started disliking pizzas, burgers and bread. I ate rice, poutine (best Canadian food ever ), fish o fillets, chicken
I cook with intuition and I am trying very hard to cook with consistency, may it be following recipes or keeping the ones that work. Food has always been a way for me to connect with people. I grew up knowing how blessed I was to have good food on our table. I travelled and tried different cuisines and watched travelling/food shows with intrigue. I started cooking when I was a university student. I am a teacher by profession now and I think I bring that into my cooking, hence the blog.