For our family, meals have always been a time to come together, break bread and converse. When Lyme disease forced me onto the gluten-less route, and I could no longer share favorite meals with my kids, I felt like an integral part of my home life had been taken away. Food prep changed, from a relaxing activity that I looked forward to, to a chore that I dreaded. After months of making one dinner for my family and then a separate dinner for myself, it dawned on me that I was nourishing my body but starving my soul. Slowly, our mealtimes, which had once been filled with lively banter,...