About Us

A little back story.

I had always been a thin person; one of those who could eat whatever I wanted and not gain any weight. The main staple of my diet was candy. That was fine for me since I still kept up with my three daughters and our crazy schedules. I ran almost every morning to keep in shape. As I hit my mid thirties I would occasionally feel irresponsible for being so “unhealthy” with my eating habits. That would lead to me putting the entire family on whole grain bread and wheat pasta. Then I would get the “flu” and get off track again.  I would recover from this “flu”, eat junk again and feel guilty.  Eventually I began to have “the flu” for about three weeks out of the month. I would put myself on the B.R.A.T. diet minus the toast (because I didn’t really like bread for some reason) and get better. By then I was already depleted and had lost my appetite so I would fall off the preverbal healthy eating wagon and go back to my candy, coffee, and Monster diet. This routine would be my on again off again rotation.

In 2009 something weird happened. I couldn’t stop getting “the flu”. I felt like I was always sick, but I don’t like doctors and they didn’t help anyway. I had my upper GI checked, my lower GI checked. I was told I had IBS and I just needed more fiber. Additionally as soon as I felt sick enough to go in to the doctor I would “get better”. I felt like the car that stops making sounds when you get it to the mechanic.

One day a friend who was living with us saw the issue first hand.She had been around to witness the weird stomach troubles I was having.She asked me to please consider going to the doctor… She she told me my skin had turned grey and asked if I would let her drive me to the doctor. I said ok. That day I was diagnosed with an amoeba. I was prescribed a penicillin that made me worse. And so it went…

Eventually I was getting so sick that I thought I may have dissentary. I was even passing out in my bathroom. The point came when I had blood in my stool and my husband told me to, “Find a different doctor now or I am going to take you to the emergency room when I get home.” So I did …

In 2010 I was diagnosed with Celiac Disease, an autoimmune disease in which gluten- found in wheat, barely and rye- destructively attacks the intestines. I had never heard of it and so I researched everything I could. This disease was the cause for my bouts of flu-like symptoms…

So…if  I couldn’t be cured of Celiac, I was going to make it my job to not be beaten by it. I will not live the rest of my life eating the gross food that all my well meaning friends were telling me about.

I was a really great cook before my diagnosis. I loved to cater parties and events for friends and family.

With my competitive nature I was definitely not “tapping out” to wheat! I learned that eating food without gluten could be some of the tastiest food I would ever eat. Gluten may have kompromised my kitchen but it would not compromise my life. So…

I started a business that caters to those who are barely accommodated. This is Kompromised Kitchen.

We want to be an education, a resource, and way for the gluten free community to be catered to. We want everyone who can’t have gluten to never to feel like they have to settle for second rate anything: birthdays, showers, events, lifestyle.

We want everything you eat and feed your guests to be completely delicious. We want to completely fool your guests. Not because we employed some sneaky tactic, but because they just can’t believe food that delicious could be gluten free! And yet it is. So I say… Enjoy!