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Year Four, Day 62: Gluten Free Fry Bread


Not the best picture, but today was my first attempt at gluten free Native American fry bread.

They were tasty! Almost as good as the real deal.The texture was much airier than I expected. Score!

I also made a big batch of vegetable soup today in my crockpot.  Our produce box comes every Tuesday night. Wednesday I am home with Gracie most of the day, so lately I have been making concoctions with vegetables. Last week it was stuffed green peppers.

My soup was extraordinary.  A beef broth base loaded with fresh veggies such as carrots, green peppers, zucchini, potatoes, onions, garlic and Swiss chard. I added a box of crushed tomatoes, lemon juice and minced fresh parsley during the last hour of cooking. One secret my daughter and I have learned recently is to use box crushed tomatoes rather than canned diced tomatoes for cooking.  The flavor is more intense and not as watery.

So delicious!  I served it over steamed cauliflower for me, brown rice for my daughter.

I was wishing I had some type of bread to go with. I had some Bob's Red Mill Gluten free flour in the cupboard. I Googled "gluten free fry bread" and found several recipes.  I used the one that didn't call for "xantham gum". I can rarely find that. I added about a tablespoon of flax seed meal and one tablespoon of sugar. This is the recipe I used a base:

https://www.mommyhatescooking.com/gluten-free-indian-tacos

It was super easy.  And was lovely with the soup!

Years ago, my kids and I went to Kah-Nee-ta resort with my brother and his family for a couple of vacations.  The hot springs heated pool, the horseback riding, the scenary were all lovely, but what I remember most wast the Native American fry bread with marionberry preserves that we got at the lodge.  I asked one of the servers if I could get the recipe. She smiled and handed me a slip of paper with the recipe typed on it.  I asked her if she got asked for it much. She nodded. But she leaned in and whispered in my ear that it was better with a tablespoon of sugar added.

My kids friends were always happy when I made fry bread when they visited.

Tonight I added the sugar, especially since the gluten free flour mix had garbanzo bean flour. It had a rather bitter taste.

But the sugar must have done the trick.

Success!

I may have to make these regularly to stick in my bag when I go to Portland.

Even though they are gluten free, they are...e-hem, deep fried. So after dinner I marched to the bus stop before I could talk myself out of it and rode up to the gym. It is just an 8 minute trip via the Vine in Vancouver. I really don't have an excuse not to!

I had a slight wait at the stop coming home. Luckily I had my Kindle. I finished the lengthy introduction for The Odyssey. Now, for a bedtime story, I am going to delve into the meat of the poetry.

I also read a few of Aesop's Fables to Gracie.  She was mesmerized! They are short and sweet, with a little one line moral at the end of most of them. Most of the fables have animals with human characteristics.  Interestingly enough, much like Homer, it is not certain that Aesop was the author. And they were originally recited orally and handed down by word of mouth.  Aesop himself was a slave who lived in ancient Greece.  The fables were not put into writing until about 300 years after his death.

I will tell you more next time. But now bedtimes stories with Homer!

Talk soon...

Love,

Zita





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