Pregnancy is a desperate time for a foodie. When you’re gluten free and your options are limited, sometimes it’s incredibly difficult to satisfy the intensity of your cravings with make-shift feel-goods.
Girl Scout Cookie season, for example… being a former Girl Scout myself, I have a soft spot for my particular favorite: The Samoa. God DAMN, I love Samoas… through all of the years that I have been gluten free, the lack of Samoas in my life has never become less difficult. Though, Girl Scout cookie season became less dim the year that they introduced their gluten free toffee cookie. I at least felt involved again.
Unfortunately, in the past few years, there is no gluten free AND vegan cookie offered, though there is options for either or. Which is nice. For others. Not for me.
But back to the point: The Samoa. The only girl scout cookie whose flavor miraculously develops on my tongue out of fucking no where and claws its way under my skin, begging to be inside of me. Graphic, I know… but I’m just here to speak the truth, not to be polite.
My sweet husband picked up 4 boxes of the toffee Girl Scout cookies for me, and I will forever love him for his kindness and the way he attempts to balance my love for Samoas with an overabundance of toffee. But in his kindness, he made the kind of mistake that he never would have seen coming; he bought himself a box of Samoas.. and he left them in the house with me.
In a fit of pregnancy rage induced desperation, I ate one. No, that’s not true. I ate two. Maybe three. I can’t remember at this point, I just remember that they were fucking good and worth every bite… for a moment. The next week was brutal. If I thought gluten intolerance was brutal before, I had no idea how intense it would be with a human incubating inside of you. What a terrible, terrible week that was. Hades himself brewed within me.
But the light at the end of such an exceptionally grim tunnel (overdramatic? maybe.) is that after I confessed to my husband and asked him to never bring a box of Samoas into a pregnant Sam’s home ever again, I found this recipe for a plant-based version.
Eating Bird Food created the perfect Samoa recipe, and I will forever be grateful. And when little Sabrina is born and I tell her the tale of how this Bird Food website, 4 ingredients, and a food processor that I hadn’t used in months altered the course of her existence by turning her living quarters from a puddle of sorrow to a beacon of hope, and how just one batch of cookies has re-inspired both my love for plant-based cooking and my love for online blogging, she’s going to know for damn certain just where her flair for the dramatics stems from.
Sabrina, you’re going to think I’m so extra. But you’ll be extra too. And together we’ll be too much.