Elizabeth Gordon was born into a family of culinary professionals and has been baking her entire life. After being diagnosed with adult-onset food allergies, Elizabeth abandoned her previous career as a social worker to help allergy sufferers everywhere enjoy delicious and safe gluten, dairy, nut, soy, and egg- free treats any day of the week.
As you might imagine, this cancer development has really made me pause and think about what’s important in life.
It’s also made me want to clean. Everything. I have cleaned out my baking closet and packed up all of the equipment that I no longer use. It’s freed up some space for new things and for half-finished craft projects which, incidentally, have been getting finished left, right and center. I suppose that part of this manic c
Hi. Wow, it’s been awhile, hasn’t it? When I typed “On Vacation” on this page all those months ago, I never imagined that I would be away from my blog for so long, but so much life has happened, and I haven’t really had a choice but to take a break.
The final three months of 2013 were the most difficult and emotionally challenging that our family has faced in a long time. Normally, difficult life situations are easy for me to discuss– I’m one
Too often, I feel like I focus on the downside of my allergies: Oh, I can’t have this. Oh, poor me, I can’t have that. But the other day, it struck me that there is an upside to my allergies. Yes, it’s true, every cloud really does have a silver lining and life is just about perception. If I don’t mope about souffles and omelets, then my glass really does seem half full. Yes, I’m a realist, I know that I get rashes and very sick if I eat the things that my body c
I don’t know about you, but I lump coconut and beets into the same category. Cilantro probably belongs there, too. What, you say: But Elizabeth you love coconut and cilantro and can’t stand beets. How could you group them together?
Here’s how: these are three foods that you either love or you hate.
Like you (I’m sure) I’ve been hearing for years that coconut is some miracle cure, and if it is, great. If
I should say that I haven’t actually tried these yet, but when I do, I’m hoping to recreate the above cake with the same bold color but with peace of mind that I’m not eating nothing but carcinogens.
Last week I was at the gym with my friend Lyssie and she was raving about the natural food coloring that she received at an event. I was intrigued and really excited when she offered to let me try some. Rather than liquid, these pigments are powdered and made fr
I don’t have a photo for this post, because I don’t have a great shot of me waving good-bye.
I have quit so many things in my life, but don’t misunderstand, I am not a quitter. The things that I have quit are generally things that bring me pleasure but that aren’t good for me. Yes, I quit smoking forever ago. Actually, it was more than 10 years to be exact. I quit eating wheat, eggs and string beans (and more recently figs) because I found out th
With just a week until my new book, Simply Allergy-Free, comes out, I wanted to share with you some of the delicious, gluten, dairy, soy, nut and egg-free recipes that you’ll find inside.
I cannot tell you how happy I am with the photography in this book. Melani Bauman and Lorna Palmer totally captured me and my aesthetic, and I just think that this is the most beautiful book I’ve ever done. Here is a little taste (pun totally intended) of what’s to come. &n
Last summer, I tried gluten-free lasagna noodles for the first time and was not impressed. Of course I went directly to Facebook and asked for feedback about your experiences, and I’ve (sort of) come around to it. However, like many things in cooking, I came to discover that my experience with gluten-free lasagna noodles was a metaphor, and I realized that I have learned many a thing from these silly noodles:
1) Practice makes perfect
The first time
One of the most disappointing facts of egg allergy (for me, the drama queen that is) was learning that marshmallow cream and a lot of ice creams contain eggs. When I was little, there was nothing that I liked more than a trip to the Dairy Queen with my mom for a marshmallow sundae. The Dairy Queen was pretty far from our house, and I still remember the first time that I was big enough to peddle my bike all the way there. It felt like such an accomplishment on that hot, sunny