I had a step forward last week. I was strict with myself - even foregoing the occasional glass of wine - and by mid-week felt confident and optimistic about a tomato trial. Many people who have issues with tomatoes can handle them cooked. I think the premise is that it lowers the acidity, and may remove certain proteins with high heat or processing. This could mean big things. This could mean soups, chilli, pasta sauce, salsa... buckets and buckets of salsa.
So, at a group dinner hosted by friends, we made brown rice gnocchi with simple herbed tomato sauce. Other than my sad comparison to everyone's side baguette- garlic-inflused vegan "butter" spread on a rice cake- it was perfect. And- no stomach ache.
I drummed my fingers into the following afternoon before proudly declaring myself cooked-tomato friendly and announcing that I would have pizza for supper (I was once that girl in the cafeteria asking for two extra sides of pizza sauce for one slice). I picked up tomato paste on my way home from work, singing all the way home. Oh, the possibilities.
Well, I must have been overexcited, because my usual freestyle gluten-free pizza crust tasted terrible. So terrible, in fact, that I could not eat it. How could I make it time and time again without fail, and then let myself down on such an important occasion? It was 9pm. I was sad, famished and exhausted. So, what did I do? I hastily scraped the tomato paste and vegetables off of the crust, spooned them onto the only immediate vessel (lettuce) and ate them.
I do not believe in regrets. Everything happens for a reason. If you can't see the reason right away, you must be patient. I think the reason for this painful result of my short-lived feelings of invincibility is in a lesson to take it slow. I may be able to have the occasional cooked tomato for now, but perhaps I should hold off before spooning its purest of forms onto my plate.
Either way, ambitious thoughts of tomato-sauce featured weekend dishes were set aside for the time being. I was little bit blue about it. Since tomatoes were off the menu, I busied myself with other ideas. Sometimes I like to make myself feel better with sugar, and sometimes with salt. This weekend, I chose sugar, and the simplest of recipes: the date roll.