The flour....
The mess....
The dough....
The finished product! And they're good, too!





No chocolate cake
No key lime pie
Actually, it hasn't been that hard. I figure that it's a good thing for my body to not have refined sugar. My psyche is another thing. My anxiety level had skyrocketed (!) and I wonder if it was from sugar withdrawal.
On another subject, these braces are driving me crazy. I was using my finger to apply some anti-sensitive paste to my teeth , and sliced my finger open on one of the wires! It was a pretty deep cut, too. Bled like crazy. And I thought, "this is in my MOUTH?" On the brighter side, my teeth are shifting already. I can see a definite difference. So my smile will be lovely but the insides of my cheeks will be in shreds!


This was taken in the vital records office in a town called Termini Imerese, where my great-grandmother was born. The officials were looking up the family information in the original books that I have only dreamed of seeing. They showed me where it says the street on which she was born and we went there. It is called Via Stenio. Here it is. Can you imagine how I felt seeing the street where she grew up?!!
