Last week, I returned to Istanbul from a trip to the Republic of Georgia, a border run of sorts that turned out to be one of the least relaxing trips ever. I self-soothed with grains and a heavy dose of sci-fi.
I succumbed to the demon of gluten
Oh boy, did I fall off the no-grains wagon this past week. Now, I don’t really believe in all that lectin-leaky-gut-inflammation nonsense. I also don’t believe that grains impart a wild amount of nutritional value, compared with alternatives like quinoa or buckwheat. Take that food pyramid, I mean MyPlate!
I do believe that the forms in which I typically ingest grains, especially the glutinous ones, are very likely to mess with my blood sugar and make me fat. Black American women are very likely to be overweight and have obesity-related diseases, so this is kind of a big deal.
But, damn, are they yummy, though—especially the glutinous ones! I ate handmade noodles made by…
