For those of you who have been following along for ages, you may remember me saying something around six months ago, about throwing my back out. It healed up mostly, but over time it's just ached and ached. It has seemed like the littlest thing would tweak it and hurt for days. (I'm normally kind of a baby so no one took much notice of my whining-which I totally understand, given the circumstances.) As they began running tests for my liver issues and the subsequent vitamin B deficiency, shots, anemia, and the removal of gluten, my doctor revisited the whole back hurting topic. He decided to do some x-rays and guess what? I have arthritis! (I know, right?)
(***Disclaimer, the authors of this blog understand that arthritis is no laughing matter for the general suffering public, and can actually be a serious condition. If you or someone you love is suffering from arthritis pain, you are advised to see your nearest health care provider immediately. And maybe go slather yourself with some BENGAY®.***)
You see, the minute I found out, I started laughing because this was not at all on my 36 year-old radar. And then... I got off the phone and began texting and calling all of my peeps, who in turn spent the next six hours emailing, texting, and calling me with obnoxious quips about Cymbalta and Bengay, not to mention calling me, "old lady" and reminding me not to miss Bingo and be careful driving after dark. In fact, when I texted Alli this morning to ask if she wanted to raise Arthritis awareness with me and do a fun-run in December, she immediately agreed, suggested we dress up my dog, and wear matching tee shirts for our "team photo." (I suggested that our shirts say, "I heart arthritis," but then later realized it might not exactly be the message we wanted to send.)
I swear. I have never laughed so hard. Let it be noted, I've got the weirdest pack of peeps on the planet. (I wouldn't have it any other way of course.)
Which brings me to my point, because of course I've got one. I've shared stories of my grammie with you guys in the past- joked about her green and blue shag carpet, laughed about her beehive hairdo and silk pillow, shared stories of my inherited kitchen chairs and how they were covered with turquoise pleather, and howled with laughter every time I remember that she custom-ordered a macrame chandelier for her kitchen, when I was a little girl. She is an original.
So... in closing, I suppose it's not the worst diagnosis in the world. If all else fails, there's always raisins and rum. Ha!
Gluten-Free Salted Caramel Apple Pie Bites. (created for tonight's company!)
Gluten-free pie crust, refrigerated pie crust, (I used a box mix because I was rushing.) or your favorite pie crust.
1 1/2 cups finely diced apples, ( threw mine into a food processor) sprinkled with 1/4 cup brown sugar, 1/2 tsp cinnamon, and 1 tsp lemon juice
My Salted Caramel recipe can be found, here
*Press a small ball of pie crust into mini muffin pan, and press gently up each muffin cup. Make sure it's not too thin or they will break when you pop them out. (If you're worried, just use a liner in each muffin cup.) To center of each muffin cup, add a tiny dollop of salted caramel sauce, and top with spoonful of apple mixture. Bake 350 for 25-30 minutes or until pie crust is done. Let them cool for a bit and then gently run a butter knife around each one and they should pop out easily.
more salted caramel sauce. (This is optional of course, but tell me... why would you opt out on that?)
(**FYI** I just listed the last of my "give thanks" napkins, found here. Once these are gone, I won't be making any more this season.)