Food is sustenance, comfort, friendship, spirituality, community, and love. With our illness, though, it can also earn us bonus mileage to the emergency room. A 30-pound weight gain after I first went on my meds very quickly taught me that my survival depended on eating smart. But I wasn’t about to trade in my dearly-beloved pizza and wings and cheesecake for yucky rabbit food.

Instead, I came up with a way of having my cake and eating it, too, with absolutely no compromise to flavor and...