I shredded what was left of a chicken that The Man smoked the other day, added some of the quinoa black bean salad, chicken stock that I made, a handful of fresh herbs, a little baby spinach and some potato flakes to give it body, and voila! A pretty passable soup that both of us will eat. I don't know how people with little to no culinary knowledge survive in the real world.
I had a similar issue at lunch today. Nothing on the hot bar was wheat free. Nothing. Not a single thing, except for the brown rice and salad, and the rice is always over cooked and under seasoned. What's a hungry girl with four more hours to her shift to do?
Each day is a lesson, and I'm excited about the journey.