The great reluctance

Okay. It's been a bit more than a month since I determined my body hates lactose. I've tested my theory too many times to great disappointment and stomachaches. Basically, it's gotten to the point were I somewhat dread eating, which is surprising to me, because it's been my favorite extracurricular activity for some time. But seriously. Lactose. Is. Everywhere.

Anyway... it also makes all of this a lot less fun. Reading other people's food blogs makes me sad, and thinking about baking things without using real butter or milk doesn't exactly excite me. I did make this lactose free Sweet Potato Pie with coconut milk that I liked... but the crust (made with fake butter) was pretty disappointing. Not to mention... it's a little bit more expensive. And I'm currently living on a budget much smaller than I had in college. Which is fine, but it's an adjustment. I guess I never realized what a luxury baking is.

Blah, blah, blah, woe is me, etc. I guess I'll be back to baking soon enough, because my best friend's bridal shower and bachelorette party are fast approaching, not to mention my favorite food filled holiday, Thanksgiving. And, since these are for other people and not my own sampling, I can use all the butter and cream I want. Maybe I should finally go to pastry school, open a bakery, and start making money off all the sweet things I love to create but can't eat.

Lastly, because sometimes I say things about music - I saw Sufjan Stevens at the Long Center last Tuesday and it was the best concert, nay, general performance, or just best thing ever possible this side of heaven. I really hope they produce a DVD of one of these epic performances. I want to watch it over and over. I'm calling it now, Age of Adz - album of the century. And we're only 10 years in. I'm done gushing now.