CAKE DAD: Hot Girl Tummy Problems

some updates, no recipe

It’s Leap Day! It’s a pretend day! Don’t you love it here? We’ve done it lads. We’ve made it through the worst of winter. I’m going to talk a little about tummy issues and health stuff before I get to some more cake-focused updates.

Ok, onto the health stuff. I was diagnosed with celiac disease like 7 or 8 years ago. I had to relearn how to eat, how to cook, how to not be scared that food would make me sick. This led to me cutting out dairy, soy, artificial sweeteners. And in the past 6 months that list grew to include beans, alliums, plant proteins, and more. I had a terrible IBS flare. At the same time my iron was at 5 (that’s bad) and I had a series of four iron infusions over the course of January. I also spent January recovering from a combination of an anti-depressant and an oral contraceptive that caused me to lose. my. mind. I couldn’t speak and slept 14 hours a day. If I saw you from mid-October until late December I probably don’t remember and I was probably really weird. Sorry about that.

And so, in January I finally saw a nutritionist/RN that put me on 3 (three!) dietary protocols. This essentially means no sugar, no starch, no grains, no fermented food. I’m currently being treated for SIBO (still not sure if it’s real!), mast cell activation and potentially a hypermobile gut (I have joint hypermobility syndome if you’re keeping track). This has made my career as a cakemaker/ pastry cook very hard! It has also made my life as a neurospicy person with a special interest in food very hard!

I’ve been able to accommodate my needs a bit. Less recipe testing and more relying on recipes that I’ve tested into oblivion. As well as teaching classes and focusing on youtube and writing a bit. And I have learned not to post about my heath problems on social media. People do not love buying food from sick people even though sick people need money too (especially so).

And I am getting better. My stomach is no longer bloated and sore every night. New meds have kept my mood and energy stable. And the nutrition protocol has lessened my pcos and pmdd symptoms. Most importantly though, I can eat cheese for the first time in 7 years. CHEESE! I am not incorporating it slowly and with moderation in to my diet. I am eating it everyday, twice a day. The ability to eat cheese, butter, yogurt is everything to me.

I’m not yet incorporating dairy into my cakes and baked goods at Violet Bakehouse. I have a lot of thoughts on farmer, animal, and environmental abuse in animal product production. But if you ask nice I may bake you a cake with real butter buttercream.

All of this is to say, don’t ignore your troubles! Medical advocacy is hard and scary and you can do it and you’re not alone! What works for some people might not work for you! That’s ok! We can do traditional and herbal medicine and also try a total of 6 SSRIs and BCs in 10 months! We keep going. Also message me if your tummy hurts, comrade. I am not a doctor but sometimes just having a pain pal helps.

UPDATES

Youtube is back! This season is focused on female hysteria and the dark feminine. It’s gonna be real silly.

Episode 1 is available here. My friend Jess Cohen is in charge of art direction, hair, and make-up this season. And to make my dollification/bimbofication dreams come true.

Classes! I will have more classes at Pulp books come April. We’re just putting it together now. In the meantime, book me for private events! Invite me to do a pop-up! Paid collaboration? Mama needs money for all of this cheese I’m eating.

EATING  
cheese, butter, broth. I’m a wee scottish wench

READING
Howl’s Moving Castle, phone smut

DRINKING 
Nettle tea. And diet coke.

LISTENING
Kate Bush’s Hounds of Love, Mozart when overstimulated, and the various daylists that spotify reads me to absolute filth with everday ; “empowering bachelorette party morning”, “independent bachelorette party thursday evening”, “confidence volleyball evening” and of course “soothing baby sleep late night”

I love you! Have a great day

PS thank glob there’s an extra day in February so I could send this bad boy out