Hi, my name is Amelia, though around these parts, I go as Miel (pronounced like “meal,” no pun intended
maybe). I grew up in a family that loves its Italian heritage, one that centers mostly around food, the pasta, the bread and the sauce. We had every Italian cliche in the book, the darkly tanned, Italian grandpa singing in the kitchen, Louie Prima playing in the library and my sisters and I popping bits of fresh tomatoes into our mouths.
Four days after turning eighteen and seven days before leaving for my first day of college, I was diagnosed with Celiac Disease, a diagnosis that changed the way I eat and the way I live. It changed the way I looked at food. I had to be careful in order to avoid the wheat, barley, oats and rye that could turn my intestines inside out. But after the first year of striving to keep myself healthy, especially eating in a college dining hall, I learned that there was this entire online community of people just like me, people who had been through this strange process of learning how to take care of yourself all over again.
Between these new friends, my mother and my grandmother, I started to learn how cook. There was never a reason to before my diagnosis as it seemed there was always something to eat already available in our household. But making my own food has put me in a position of responsibility over what I eat, which wasn’t always the case. I’ve become more aware of what exactly is going into my body.
Now I hope to keep learning new ways to cook and to live a healthier life.