Poached eggs on toast. A childhood favorite. I remember standing by the stove, watching my very undomestic mother bathe the simmering eggs like a baby in bath water. I guess this is why I can poach with perfection, unlike Julie in the movie, Julie and Julia.
Gluten moves me into the “space of can’t.” I can’t eat well. I can’t feel good. I can’t look good. I can’t eat my favorite foods. Thanks to Udi’s gluten-free bread I CAN still enjoy mom’s poached eggs on toast.