You wake up on an October morning, and the air is so crisp you can smell it. Outside your window is a mosaic of of gold, russet, and orange. You bundle up in your favorite light sweater, go outside with a warm drink in hand, and enjoy the sound of your boots crunching in the leaves.
Yeah, so I live in Texas. None of that is a thing. I am literally sitting outside a coffee shop and am drinking ice water while wearing sandals and a tank top right now.
First blog posts require a little bit more introduction, so…hi! I’m Jordan. I live in Austin, TX, and I’m a gluten-free home cook and baker. A Texas native, I’ve always loved food, but when I was diagnosed with celiac in 2012, I had to relearn how to find joy in eating. Now I’m ready to share what I’ve learned. My goal with this blog is to celebrate the small but meaningful comfort that comes with making a meal.
In addition to launching this food blog, I work for a writing non-profit and previously dabbled as a yoga teacher. And while I am gluten-free, I plan to make recipes that will delight even the most devoted of wheat-eaters. I’ll also do my best to accommodate other special diets whenever possible — solidarity, sisters. Thanks for stopping by!
Now on to what you’re really here for: mother-effin’ delicious pie. I dreamed up this pie on a day not unlike this one. It was stormy and gray, which is not my favorite kind of day, and I needed some chocolate, stat. The look of this pie — swirls of chocolate and white — came to mind before I pinpointed exactly what the ingredients were. The name came quickly, too, making me feel very Jenna from Waitress. And then I realized that, obviously, a such a dreary day required not only chocolate, but a teeeeensy bit of booze.