Posts Tagged ‘gluten-free’

(Illicit) picnicing at the Proms

Sunday, 8th August, 2010


Proms @ Royal Albert Hall


Tonight I went with a bunch of friends to the BBC Proms at the Royal Albert Hall, the first time I’ve been so far this season.

Sitting on the floor up in the gallery, we got told off for our picnic, which we jokingly attributed to the envious looks of passersby indicating that people were jealous because we had the most fabulous picnic. The staff member who sheepishly asked us to pack our stuff away admitted that a couple of people had said something about it. When we pointed out that most people around us had food, he gestured to our “full spread”. Good thing we’d basically finished.

To be fair, it was a big spread — a big mixed salad, a jar of artichoke hearts, a green bean and tomato salad, turkey salad rolls for the girls, plain gluten-free rolls for me, hummous, a bag of salt and cider vinegar crisps, grapes, strawberries, a gluten-free apple and vanilla cake, and a bag of Maltesers. Delish.

The mixed salad I made was a hit and will be in regular rotation for work lunches for the rest of the summer. I threw together: salad leaves, sliced cucumber, chopped fresh tomatoes, fresh asparagus, and avocado, and mixed in a pack of puy lentils cooked with sun dried tomatoes and basil, which kicked up the flavour several notches. Sorry no picture. Next time. ;)

The great British summertime

Saturday, 7th August, 2010


August rain on window


I got caught in a chilly August shower while stocking up on stacks of fresh fruit in Portobello market, and somehow having not learned my lesson, got drenched coming back from the supermarket in a second downpour. I gave up on trying to spent my Saturday getting things done and sprawled out on the settee to watch Grey’s Anatomy series 4 DVDs with some comfort food.

Roasted vegetables
Butternut squash, sweet potato, asparagus, half an orange bell pepper, a wedge of onion and a few cloves of garlic, all tossed in olive oil and seasonings — salt, black pepper, mixed herbs, paprika and cayenne pepper


Eating my way around the Middle East

Wednesday, 28th July, 2010


Or, Variations on a theme of veggies and rice

One of the things I love most about the Middle East (and Morocco for that matter) is the quality of the vegetables. Ripe and vibrant and so thick they’re amost meaty. In this chilly, drizzly, frost-prone island I call home a large percentage of food is imported, and consequently picked early for processing and transport, force-ripened and often watery. So it’s a treat to travel and sample food from better climates.

One day in Jerusalem we picked up a few mangoes in the souk on our way to the Holocaust Museum. As vividly as I’ll remember the images and stories I saw there I’ll remember the ripest mangoes I ever tasted, fragrant skin so soft we peeled them with our teeth as we walked up the hill to catch a bus back to the Old City.

I’m surprised as I look back through my photos that I didn’t take many of the food — maybe my firing tastebuds were obscuring my photographic eye. Although I neglected to take photos of the array of fruit and vegetable stalls in the markets, I did whip my camera out a few times before tucking into meals:


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Unbelievable roasted and salted aubergine in Caesarea, Israel


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Dinner buffet at a Bedouin camp in St Katherine’s, Egypt, before climbing Mount Sinai. Delicious. And yes, I was naughty but the bread was irresistible


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Clear vegetable soup in Aqaba, Jordan…


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…and yes, more rice and veggies


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The remnants of dinner laid out for us at a Bedouin camp in Wadi Rum, Jordan. This was perhaps my favorite dish…the seasoned rice was amazing


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A rich red tomato dish in the rose red city of Petra, Jordan
(The bread wasn’t mine this time!)


The noticeable lack of pictures from Israel is mostly down to the fact that I didn’t have much of an appetite there… perhaps adjusting to the heat. Still, I’m not quite sure how I ended up with no shots of falafel and hummous… or watermelon for that matter, which I ate every day for breakfast… a lesson learned for future trips, I hope.

My latest food obsession

Sunday, 25th July, 2010


Since becoming a gluten-free, soya-free vegan I think about food a lot. What I can eat, what I can’t. I read the ingredients list of everything before I buy it. And when I find something especially delicious that I can eat I get fixated. Hence my post-work detours to Morrisons in Shepherd’s Bush solely for banofee syrup sponge or my forays out to Fulham for pizza (so gutted the Hell Pizza there closed). And so I found myself on a bus to Camden yesterday afternoon because I’d spent all week daydreaming about the cornbread stall at Camden Lock.

Camden Market is a great place for gluten-free vegans — many of the food stalls cater to veggies, gluten-free stuff is often marked, and there are several Vietnamese restaurants as well as Inspiral Lounge (which is on my to-try list). Vietnamese is a staple of my diet — all rice noodles and rice-paper spring rolls — but the arepas have stolen my heart. Arepas are a traditional Venezuelan/Colombian dish — fried, grilled or baked thick corn pancakes stuffed or topped with yummy fillings. As a recovering cheese lover, the grated cheese is tempting, but once I took a bite of an arepa stuffed with black beans, plantain and roasted vegetables (aubergine, courgette and peppers) I didn’t miss the cheese.

Arepa - yummy

The signage at the Arepa & Co. stall says the plain cornbread is available for sale to take home, although when I asked about it the request was met with surprise. I bought five at £1 each and they generously threw in a sixth. That will keep me in yummy lunches at work for the next couple of days.



Arepa & Co. is in the middle of the cluster of food stalls by the London Waterbus Co. dock. There’s also an Israeli falafel stall and a West African stall, which despite taunting me with the propect of curry goat and rice, also offers vegetable dishes. Turning right, around the dock, there’s a Moroccan stall with vegetable tagine. Plenty to keep a gluten-free vegan happy after building up an appetite wandering around the endless twists and turns of Camden’s vibrant street markets.

I washed my arepa down with a large cup of fresh lemonade (another current fixation) from one of the many juice stalls. And if I hadn’t been so full I would’ve visited the Thai coconut dessert stall (sweet little bites made from rice flour, coconut and sugar) — next time.



P.S. I just found out there is an Arepa Cafe on Queen Street West in Toronto…more reason, along with Magic Oven (gluten-free pizza and pasta), Mimi’s (Vietnamese), and The Big Carrot (juice bar with gluten-free sandwiches and snacks)…as well as my friends of course ;) to look at booking another visit soon…

Something’s afoot…

Tuesday, 1st June, 2010


I mentioned a while ago that I was thinking about posting reviews for gluten-free vegan dining out in London (and beyond). I intended to post the first of the series last week, but Real Life took over, then yesterday, a friend and I headed over to the East End for a late bank holiday lunch at Rootmaster, an old London Routemaster bus that has been converted into a fun little vegan restaurant.

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Over starters of panissa and mains of vegetable and chickpea curry (me) and squash & chickpea stew over (non-gf) barley (her), washed down with organic lemonade, I think she (without knowing about this blog) convinced me to start a separate site. Mulling it over today I have some layout and content ideas in mind and I think what I want to do would be better suited to a separate space that I could link to/tease here. But it’s hardly the first time I’ve started down the road of building another site that I’ve ended up abandoning, so we’ll see how that goes…it may all end up back here.

Meanwhile June will be a busy travel month – I’ll be in Warsaw next week, and heading off to Israel and Jordan on the 26th – plus hopefully at some point in the coming days booking Paris for the August bank holiday weekend. Here’s to a summer of sunshine and good food!

Keen on quinoa

Monday, 17th May, 2010


I haven’t posted about food for a while, so let’s do something about that. I recently “discovered” quinoa. As a gluten-free vegan I don’t know why I’d never crossed paths with it before (aside from a carton of quinoa milk a friend gave me once to try, which made gluten-free cereal bearable), but one day it caught my eye in the supermarket and I decided it was time to try it. (A similar thing happened with the polenta I bought the other day, though have yet to do anything with. My eye is on something like this, without the cheese, obvi.)

Now, I’m sure I’ve said this before, but I am a firm adherent to the throw-stuff-in-a-saucepan-bring-to-boil-and-simmer-for-half-an-hour style of “cooking”. I’m also big on substituting recipe ingredients. (Sometimes beyond recognition. That’s how I got coconut Nutella cupcakes from an orange cake recipe). So that’s what I did with quinoa. (Random digression #568: I can’t think about quinoa without thinking of Gillian McKeith on You Are What You Eat pushing “keen-wah” for breakfast, lunch and dinner…it may be wrong, but the fellow veggies in my life agree that “kwi-no-ah” feels more natural — read less pretentious — to say.)

Health factoid: Quinoa is high in protein — who knew it contains all 8 essential amino acids — which is a good comeback for all those meat-eaters who are so unnaturally fixated on whether vegans are getting enough protein. It also contains fiber, folate, magnesium, iron, phosphorous and phytochemicals.

Given the idea by a recipe for prawn and butter bean rice, I sauteed some onion in a large saucepan then threw in the following:
  • 100g of rinsed quinoa
  • 1 sliced courgette
  • some diced bell pepper – half or whole, I can’t remember
  • half a cup (about 125ml) of spicy red pepper pasta sauce (a staple in my cupboard that I throw in everything — tastes better than tinned tomatoes)
  • 1 tsp of tumeric
  • salt and black pepper to taste
  • veggie stock (two cubes dissolved in 800ml boiling water).
After the required boil-and-simmer for 10 mins, I added a tin of butter beans, cooking for another five.
And it was done, and tasty. I’ll make it again this week — throwing in a few handfuls of fresh spinach with the beans — and divide it into containers for lunch at work.

Yesterday I did a similar thing with wholegrain brown basmati rice, red lentils and whatever was in the fridge — some leftover salsa, pasta sauce, onion, garlic, yellow pepper, courgette and mushrooms. This time it was a tin of mixed beans added in the last 5 minutes. So flavourful and so filling that I wasn’t craving sugar at 3 and 5pm like I usually do — sitting at my desk I constantly get the munchies.

Comfort food courtesy of a long overdue visit to Whole Foods

Tuesday, 4th May, 2010


When I woke up yesterday with the sunrise my throat was scratchy and sore and I sneezed my head off for half an hour. When a ringing phone jarred me from sleep at midday I realised I had slept away my bank holiday morning and as I talked from behind a wall of mucous, my plans of a workout at the gym before heading to a gallery or museum evaporated. I wanted to pull the covers back over my head, but as the sun emerged from a cloudy sky I eventually pulled myself together to at least go for a walk in the park.

(Sadly I left home without my camera, which I regretted as soon as I walked through the new flower garden outside Kensington Palace and saw the most gorgeous purple tulips)

I headed through Kensington Gardens to Whole Foods, to see if I could find some rice cheese. I didn’t, but I did come home with this gluten-free, vegan stash:

Whole Foods goodies


Puy lentils with sun-dried tomatoes and basil; Mexican salsa; refried beans with jalapenos; black beans; refried beans with roasted chilli and lime; pumpkin and ginger-flavoured rice noodles; polenta; rice-flour pizza base; Vietnamese spring roll wrappers (x2); corn tortillas; Japanese rice crackers.

The rice crackers barely made it home — I couldn’t resist munching on them during the walk back through the park. I had a few of the tortillas for dinner last night — filled with the chilli and lime beans, lettuce, tomato, green pepper, avocado and salsa — with a glass of crisp French white wine. I took the lentils and leftover salad to work for lunch today…it was yummy and I wish I’d bought more than one pack. Just another excuse to go back…

One year later

Tuesday, 23rd March, 2010


It’s bad enough wanting to write but coming home from work day after day brain dead, it’s really frustrating to actually try to log in and find there are major server issues preventing access to the site. So this is long overdue but it’s important to me to post it anyway.

It occurred to me the other day that it had been exactly a year since my laparoscopic surgery to remove endometriosis.

The past year could not have been more different from the three years that preceded it. I have been able to go to the office and sit at my desk every day, I have travelled to 8 countries, I have socialised and partied, I even started going to the gym — all without feeling like I was being tortured with a knife lodged in my spine. I am not completely pain-free, I have moments of dreaded stabbiness in my back or abdomen, but so far they are moments — they pass and I come out the other side, grateful. Especially when I recall the before, when I was curled up in a ball of tears for what felt like weeks on end. When the pain of sciatica was etched on my face. People who have rarely seen me since that time invariably comment on the change in my face.

There was a moment, during a levada walk down a mountain in Madeira, that I wondered aloud when I became this gym-going, snorkelling person who takes walking tours around cities and trots down the side of a mountain in the rain.

I should say that it isn’t just the surgery that has made all the difference — it’s my determination to continue taking the Pill continuously. I’m sure it isn’t an entirely good idea. But it enables me to live my life and keep my job, which wouldn’t last long if I stayed in bed for at least one week a month. Losing the previous job that enabled me to work from home every day could’ve been a disaster.

Having encountered a string of doctors just as useless as most when it comes to recognising endometriosis I will be forever thankful for the resources out on there on the web that provide sufferers with that “a-ha” moment when it all falls into place.

Endo Resolved (http://www.endo-resolved.com) is an invaluable resource. The symptoms page lays out endometriosis symptoms in relation to the location of the disease in the body. It clearly indicated to me that I had reproductive area and gastrointestinal symptoms and had sciatic endometriosis, so it was no surprise when my hospital discharge report said adhesions were removed from my pelvic cavity, uterosacral ligaments, and (the wonderfully-named) Pouch of Douglas. The diet page is a good starting point for the whole endometriosis diet odyssey, listing foods to avoid, beneficial foods, and recommended vitamin/mineral supplemens, as well as links to other articles.

The Endometriosis UK charity (http://www.endometriosis-uk.org) is great for its reassurance that you are not a melodramatic baby – there are other women out there (sadly too many) who completely understand what you’re going through. (As is the EndoStories section at http://www.endometriosis.org.uk) The message board has a “laparoscopy tips” thread that is a must-read for consulting with doctors and knowing what to expect before and after surgery.

Laparoscopy is often done as a one-day outpatient procedure, which my diagnostic surgery was, but for the second surgery to remove the adhesions, I was admitted the day before for blood tests, etc. and to take laxatives to completely clear the bowel (I was sent home the day after the surgery). I was sent a list of approved foods for a low-residue diet for the three days before. All of that makes the stomach feel particularly fragile after surgery, so the website of the The Endometriosis and Fertility Clinic (http://www.endometriosis.co.uk) has a useful page on “Recovering Digestive Health after Surgery for Endometriosis”. (The clinic is run by Dian Shepperson Mills, co-author of the book Endometriosis: a key to healing and fertility through nutrition).

It’s also worth reviewing the Wikipedia page on endometriosis, which has endoscopic photos showing what adhesions actually look like, so you can visualise the source of all that pain.

My focus now is on the challenge of sticking to the endometriosis diet — gluten-free, soya-free, dairy-free, meat-free…essentially vegan — to keep new adhesion growth at bay and minimise the irritable bowel (IBS) symptoms. It means a constant focus on what you are and are not putting in your body, whether at home eating out, or travelling. Along with the occasional recipes, I’m thinking about adding restaurant and product reviews here, but given my erratic posting I can’t promise anything…

Roasted vegetable (gluten-free, almost-vegan) lasagne

Tuesday, 26th January, 2010

Time for a food post.

Lately I’ve been fixated on lasagne, which has always been one of my favourite dishes. Now, you might ask, how can you possibly make an endometriosis-diet-friendly wheat-free, vegan, soya-free lasagne (that’s edible)? The answer is you can’t…not quite. What you can do if you’re up for the occasional treat is this: skip the lumpy fake cheese sauce and simply layer in grated goat’s cheese.

This takes a while to prepare, but I promise it’s worth it.

  • Peel and dice some butternut squash, aubergine, carrots, and an onion. Add a chopped bell pepper, some courgette, and throw in a few peeled garlic cloves.

  • Toss the lot in a large bowl with plenty of olive oil, dried mixed herbs, paprika, salt, black pepper, and whatever other seasoning you like.
  • Spread the veggies out on a baking tray and/or roasting tin (in my teeny oven I use two shelves) and roast on a moderate heat for 35 mins.
  • Savour the delicious smell.
  • With about 10 mins to go, grate a block of hard goat’s cheese (e.g. 240g St Helen’s Farm), put aside, and boil several handfuls of fresh spinach until the leaves are wilted, 2 or 3 mins.
  • Remove the veggies from the oven and assemble the lasagne in your preferred baking tin or dish — cover the base with pasta sauce (Tesco’s Spicy Pepper Pasta Sauce is a staple in my cupboard) to prevent sticking. Then layer on gluten-free pasta sheets, spread sauce on the pasta, followed by the roasted veg, spinach and grated cheese. Repeat the layers until all the veg is used. Top with another layer of pasta, sauce and sprinkle on the last of the cheese.

    Because there’s no cheese sauce, be generous with the tomato sauce and make sure the pasta is well covered.

  • Cook for 40 mins at 180C or according to the pasta directions.
  • Savour the even more delicious smell and find a distraction so the time passes faster (a watched pot never boils and all that…).

Enjoy with a simple side salad or all on it’s own!

Bending the rules

Tuesday, 30th December, 2008


The scent of warm cinnamony dough wafts through the cold air, taunting and enticing me on what feels like a daily basis. In the past the arrival of a Cinnabon in my neighbourhood would’ve been met with unrestrained glee and the piling on of calories, but in the wheat-free world of an endometriosis sufferer, it almost feels like a cruel punishment. The irony that on my last trip to Toronto I was rhapsodic over the ready availability of freshly baked cinnamon rolls from the ubiquitious Tim Hortons is not lost on me. Be careful what you wish for…

I’ve been sneaking in exceptions to the wheat-free directive lately — I haven’t had the time or energy or inclination to prepare lunches to take into work — and I’ve been paying the price with stabby abdominal pains. But with each craving for stuffed-crust pepperoni pizza (a craving I’ve so far held off indulging) I’m toying with the idea of taking a temporary break from the no-wheat/meat/dairy diet.

I signed the forms today to get on the waiting list for a laser laparoscopy to remove the endometriosis. So the idea of stuffing myself silly with pizza and pasta and cheeses of every variety not long before the big day holds some appeal. Because after it is removed I don’t exactly want to encourage its return.

I’m caught up in a mixture of anticipation and trepidation at the idea of an another surgery — that it’ll work, that it won’t, that the pain of recovery will be worse than last year’s diagnostic laparoscopy. But after more than a year of putting off the follow-up to that diagnosis, I am ready for the next phase.