Some have noticed that I haven’t added to this blog for some time. It’s time to come clean.

The reason, about two months ago I was diagnosed with diabetes. Now, medically speaking, it wasn’t a big deal, I am taking pills. But food wise, it put me in a deep depression as I envisioned all my cherished dishes being deep six’ed by the doctors and dieticians. Even friends and family remarked on how difficult it would be for me to continue my culinary work with the limitations that would be placed on me. I was deeply depressed. I still am working through it especially as the holidays approach.

It didn’t help that I couldn’t get into a dietician for over a month after my diagnosis,so I spent that time eating, well, nothing. I had been told, prior to the dietician, by good meaning people, that potatoes, pastas, sweets, especially wine, were gone. Vegetables and sugar free foods would be my destiny.

It may have been the meds, but at one point while watching what had been my favorite cooking show on television, I turned the remote off vowing never to watch the channel again. What was the use? I could never experience the tastes.

I finally met with a dietician last week. It was a good meeting. I learned most of what I had been told by those good meaning people, were myths. Yes, Peanut Buster Parfaits, may be out, but most of my recipes were still good, except maybe the ribs and pizza. I will have to experiment.

I am not to the point where I am ready to write about adventures in food, yet. I still have to work through my doubts. But at least I do see a light at the end of the tunnel.