The Great Cookie Rebellion

cakesI have a sweet tooth. I love cake and cookies and pies and tarts and squares. I absolutely love dessert. And I love sitting down in the afternoon with a cup of tea and something sweet. For me, it is a daily ritual that delights, comforts and relaxes.

In the ‘old days’ I was known for my banana bread, oatmeal squares, brownies, and chocolate chip cookies. When I gave up gluten and dairy almost four years ago, I wasn’t brave enough to attempt GFCF baking so I tried the store-bought options which, quite frankly, were lousy. They were bland, full of refined sugar and loaded with things like corn starch, potato starch and various other chemicals I couldn’t even pronounce.

Life changed dramatically when raw desserts entered into the picture. I fell in love with using avocados, coconut oil, cashews, almonds, raw cocao, lemons, limes and coconut nectar to delight and satisfy my sweet tooth. And, as an added bonus, the ingredients were natural and healthy and aligned with my desire to take exquisitely good care of my body. And, on days when I didn’t have a raw creation waiting in the fridge, there was always a square (or five) of dark chocolate.

Over the course of the past six months I have been working very hard with my Naturopath to get my health back on track. I figure if I want to be heli-skiing at ninety years of age I had better get my ducks in a row now. I have been so dedicated to this healing process that I have been game for absolutely anything my Naturopath has suggested. And so, over the past few months, I have given up some of my favourite foods; eggs, dark chocolate, maple syrup, honey, potatoes, corn, and all grains.

And all the while, my consolation was that I could always satisfy my sweet tooth with a delicious raw dessert creation.

Last Saturday, all that came crashing down around my ears during an appointment with my Naturopath. She had done a great deal of research on my case over the holidays and had diagnosed me with high Oxylates. She does not know why, but for some reason my body is not able to detoxify Oxylates and they are wreaking havoc in my body.

And the solution? To go on a low Oxylate diet.

Well sure’, I agreed readily. ‘And what does that mean?’  What it means is that most of the staples of my diet are gone; spinach, almonds, cashews, walnuts, cocoa, beets, celery, Swiss chard, Brussels sprouts, cabbage, berries, lemon zest, lime zest, macadamia nuts, sweet potatoes, tomatoes, lentils, chick peas, carrots, and squash.


dipaolo-dan-i-need-cupcakesI was so disheartened by the time I left that appointment it was all I could do not to cry. All this time I thought I had been treating my body so well and really I was just making my condition worse and worse. The discouragement was so acute I thought; ‘well, f*** this, if eating healthy isn’t even good for me then why bother! I need cupcakes!’ And so, I stopped at Kelly’s Bake Shoppe in Burlington on the way home and came away with half a dozen gourmet GFCF cupcakes and a massive Snickerdoodle cookie to eat on the way home in the car.

And that was the beginning of the Great Cookie Rebellion. After polishing off all the cupcakes within two days, I went out and stocked up on crappy store-bought GFCF cookies. And all week I have been indulging whenever I feel like it. And not just at tea time in the afternoon either. I have been eating cookies after breakfast.

I didn’t just fall off the healthy eating wagon, I leaped off at full-speed and indulged in a good old pity-party.

When I awakened this morning I decided that the Great Cookie Rebellion needed to come to an end. I had had my pity-party and it was time to get a grip. And so, by tea time this afternoon I had the house full of the delicious smell of a home-baked GFCF Pumpkin Loaf made with the healthy ingredients that are more in keeping with the way I customarily choose to care for my body.

The Pumpkin Loaf was met with resounding enthusiasm by my family and tastes decadently good with a cup of Vanilla Rooibos tea. The Great Cookie Rebellion is now officially over and I am back on track. I guess, even when we’re 45-years-old, the inner 2-year-old sometimes needs to let loose and stomp her feet for a while!fit-temper-tantrum-cartoon

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