Normally, when I write a post, I start it out by saying “This is Marie,” so you’ll know that it is me and not Grant, but that seems strange when we have a picture on the side of somebody else. I’m contributing a tiny little post about a tiny little muffin. Look at them right here, being held up by their baker, Frannie. Aren’t they cute? Actually, I’m going to take a moment to talk about food allergies; if all you want to know is what I thought about the muffins, that’s in the last three paragraphs.

For a considerable portion of our baby’s infancy, he had eczema. Not the worst case ever (that would be his sister) but plenty of his baby pictures show him with big red scratched-up streaks all over, especially on his face. Poor little man. Anyway, I was convinced he had allergies to all sorts of things, because he’d flare up when I ate certain things, dairy and tomatoes especially. So I struggled with that for a while and finally put him on formula. The change didn’t help much because he was actually NOT ALLERGIC to any of my favorite suspects, although I remain convinced that the worst flare-ups were way too consistently and closely associated with certain foods to be totally coincidental. Anyway, this is a long way to get around to explaining why I read a lot of articles at Scary Mommy like this one and this one and getting even less sleep than I might have otherwise either worrying about things I couldn’t control, or obsessively trying to find recipes which excluded whatever allergen I suspected that week. Continue reading “Frannie’s Gluten-Free Muffins” →