Gluten-Free Profiteroles

When my family and I went to Italy this summer, the place we rented had a professional kitchen and a professional chef.  She was amazing, and one night she made profiteroles.  Of course, I couldn’t eat them, but everyone else wouldn’t stop talking about how amazing they were.  This is a terrible photo, but this is them (before they were devoured):

The next night, the chef showed us how to make them.  Or, rather, she showed everyone else how to make them while I stood in the corner like this:

My mom’s birthday was last week, and she requested that someone make her profiteroles for dessert.  “Fine,” I said, “but I’m making them gluten-free!”  She said she didn’t care as long as they’re filled with some sort of cream and covered in chocolate sauce.

Which brings me to today!

We are having her birthday dinner on Sunday, and I’ve spent almost the entire day trying to make gluten-free shells.

Attempt 1:  While putting them in the oven, I somehow dropped the entire tray and every single profiterole got smushed at the bottom of my filthy oven in the crack between the oven and the door.

Attempt 2:  Same recipe (minus the cheese), but they came out really disgusting and not hollow, with the middle a big gooey mess.  I felt nauseous when I took a bite out of one.  I have no idea what I did wrong, but they sure as hell didn’t look like the picture.

Attempt 3:  New recipe (with a substitution for gluten-free all purpose flour); just pulled them out of the oven.  They look pretty good!  Until I cut one open, and it’s not hollow.  ARRRGH.

How do I make them hollow?  What am I doing wrong?  INTERNET, TO THE RESCUE!

I’m a Quitter

I’ve had a tough week.

I was doing well until Thursday evening, when I fell down the stairs on the way to play soccer for the first time in almost 10 years.  I landed on my back and hit my head and elbow.  I have pain and bruising all the way up my left arm, as well as somehow on my knees and shins.   My shoulders and neck are sore, which is great because it has taken me years to get over my last falling-down-the-stairs injury from 2005 where I broke my ribs and seriously hurt my back and neck.   I haven’t been in the mood to cook, or take pictures, or blog.  Or move.

I’ve tried to keep up with the quinoa thing: last night I made quesadillas (tacos for me, because I couldn’t find corn tortillas) with quinoa, black beans, tomatoes, corn, green onions, avocado, and cheddar.   Today I finally made it to the “real” grocery store and discovered that I can hardly eat anything I like, including Yves meatless products and all brands of veggie burgers that Loblaws carries.  I spent ages reading the backs of packages and discovering that there is gluten in EVERYTHING EVER.

So you know what?  Screw quinoa for now.  I’m sore, I’m exhausted, I’m depressed, and I’m hungry.  All I feel like doing is eating cheese and Glutino gluten-free crackers (surprisingly delicious) and grumble about all the bread my boyfriend bought at the grocery store that I can’t eat.

This gets better over time, yes?

7 Days of Quinoa: Day 3

Last night, I had the sudden dream-idea to bake yesterday’s breakfast and turn it into some sort of delicious quinoa apple crisp, and I woke up IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT wondering if that would work.  Seriously, who does that?

I’m not the best cook in the world (though I’m pretty damn good at Kraft Dinner), so I decided that was probably a stupid idea and went back to sleep.  Then I was scrolling through my RSS reader this morning and I saw Angela‘s post about baked oatmeal.  Her ingredients aren’t that different, right?  This could totally work!

So I whipped out my leftovers from yesterday, and added:

- 1 more apple
- 1-2 cups of milk

And baked it in a casserole dish at 350°F for 42 minutes.  It… was basically exactly the same as yesterday, except slightly more delicious and apple-y.  I ate it with some vanilla greek yogurt.  I’m guessing the quinoa didn’t get crispy because it was already cooked?  Or maybe because it’s, uh, not oats.

Anyway, that wasn’t going to be my Day 3 post until I was leaving my house this evening and fell down my building’s concrete stairs.  Now I fully plan on doing absolutely nothing for the rest of the day as the entire left side of my body slowly turns into a giant bruise.

Can’t catch a break.