Missing food

Almost 3 months into my journey of gluten free and I really miss some of the things I used to eat. Every so often I try to convince myself that one bite won't hurt. Well, I'm wrong. It does hurt. My mouth tingles, my skins gets flaky and itchy, and my stomach doesn't react very well at all. All that from a small morsel of something containing wheat. Last week, I ate 1 bite of chocolate cake. Oh so good in the mouth. Oh so bad for the rest of me. Even the mouth didn't like it 2 hours later. Hopefully I'll get it one day and stop torturing myself. In the meantime some friends have passed along some great recipes for gluten free bread. I'm hoping to tweak something into hot dog buns. What I wouldn't give right now to hold (and eat without fear) a Vienna beef Chicago style dog with the works. When I say the works I mean poppy seed bun, cukes, tomatoes, glowing green relish and mustard. Not yellow mustard but a thick, hearty, German-style brown with lots of character. The other day I made a polish and served it on a green lettuce leaf. I got the flavor of the dog and the toppings but it was missing the poppy seed bread. As soon as I am out of this cast, I will embark on the task of making bread. No pictures today, just the ones in my head.