What can I say? I'm obsessed with good food.

I've always had a passion for good food. It's my "thing" on a holiday trip. Some people like to sight see or explore, for me, it's to find good food. 
 
My passion for making good food was confronted after I gave birth to my beautiful (crazy) daughter, Scottie Marlo. For eight long months Scottie, and me for that matter,  screamed. She cried almost constantly. I remember our neighbour, who we didn’t know, knocked on our door to ask if things were okay because our baby had been crying for six straight hours. I bounced around the house, dancing with the song Roses by SAINt JHN (Imanbek remix) playing for hours and hours. I made crazy shushing sounds to try and get her to sleep and tried EVERYTHING. I was stress baking and then stress eating the baking. We’re talking bread, ice cream, cupcakes. It turns out Scottie was born with allergies to gluten, soy, dairy and eggs. Pretty much all the things I was eating. I had practically been poisoning my poor child for EIGHT MONTHS. I was confronted with the choice, either give up on baking or change how it's done.