I’m having two-week-notice feels.
this is the point at which I realize just how much I’m going to miss my coworkers, especially all the ones I only just started to get to know.
everyone is good-naturedly giving me shit for leaving and every time someone turns and smiles at me I have to stop myself from saying WAIT NO WE HAVE TO STAY FRIENDS
I was whimpering a little about it last night and Jake touched my chin and said “but hey now you don’t have to be weird about going to coworker things and can go as an actual friend”
and that’s absolutely true. so here’s to drinking with Georgia, track days and double dates with York, weird convos with Cass, visits to Paul’s Monkey Bar, and whatever else comes of my friendships here.
I feel /so/ bad for you two. Then again, there’s always Bob’s Red Mill for, like… every kind of flour you could ever want. (Though, like all magic cure books, I side-eye Wheat Belly, refined grains are pretty terrible overall.)
oh, the idea of it being our magic cure-all book was tossed out before I even read it. I was ready to get on board with the ideas if evidence lined up, and the symptoms he was describing that go away with the elimination of wheat were things that Jake in particular suffers from, so it was worth a shot. and so far, it seems to be pretty right-on. whether that’s the wheat or the gluten I couldn’t tell ya.
I actually just bought a box of the King Arthur gluten-free flour, though I don’t believe it’s wheat free so we’ll see how we react to stuff made with it. I baked an apple crumble the other night but it only used half a cup of the flour, so there was no real metric for success…