This is the story of how I was going to throw together a quick (corn) pasta with meat sauce for dinner. I considered splurging and trying out a loaf of gluten-free Italian-style bread (a third the size of its wheaty counterpart), and then changed my mind when I saw the cost. Who needs garlic bread with pasta anyway?
This is the story of how a friend came over to coach me on gluten-free living and baking and challenges and solutions. Just as she was leaving, a package arrived. She stayed while I opened it. Inside? Gluten-free muffins! Gluten-free cookies! Gluten-free breads!
"I have the BEST HUSBAND EVER!" I said. Seriously, my guy was going to hear it. I opened a package of bread and cut a piece into quarters to share between my friend and the girls.
It. Was. So. Good.
The first bread we'd had in over two weeks.
The kids wanted to try a muffin and cookie too, so I let them have some of each.
When Shane came home, I stood outside with a grin a mile wide.
"I got that package you sent," I said. "You are the BEST EVER!"
"I didn't send you a package," he said.
"Huh? You asked me the other day if I got a package in the mail? I thought you had something coming for us." I couldn't figure it out.
"I didn't send it. Connie did," he said.
I HAVE THE BEST SISTER-IN-LAW EVER!
|our thank-you selfie to her|
This is the story of how we ended up having garlic bread with pasta after all.
I chopped up some garlic and melted butter and we put it on one of the loaves of bread--and it was a delightful feast.
My in-laws are pretty special people. I'm so glad to be part of this family.