I thought breakfast was going to be the most difficult meal to adjust to gluten free (as I sit here salivating while thinking about toast with peanut butter, muffins, and cereal…yes cereal). But it seems like as long as I have Fletch around to make me Bubble & Squeak (Jamie Oliver) everything will be OK.
I can’t deny that the bread cravings are sneaking up on me, but it’s only day 3. So far it’s no worse than a low-carb diet. That said, low-carb diets suck.
After some left-over corn-pasta for lunch, Fletch and I headed out for a fancy dinner at Must with our friends Sean & Stacy.
I have to say, thank goodness there is no gluten in wine!
I assumed eating out would be complicated, and I was certainly not disappointed. Fletch and I arrived early, which was fortunate, as it allowed us to pore over the menu and speculate on which foods contained gluten, and which did not.
Of course, matters were slightly complicated by my hesitance to ask the waiter and questions about the foods I wasn’t sure about due to my not actually having a gluten intolerance…
We settled on duck wings, braised figs, and chorizo meatballs to start, I had a pork shoulder with cauliflower mash and asparagus, and creme brule for dessert.
I think my choices were safe?
I have to admit, there was a slight slip-up. After stealing a few of Fletcher’s fries I realized they were battered.
Oops! That sneaky gluten ruins everything!
Oh well, I’ve been told that completely eliminating gluten would actually be more harmful than good (I’m not sure this is for me, a gluten-tolerant person, or for gluten-intolerant people as well), because if I ever accidentally ingested it I would feel very sick.
Does this mean I can actually have a beer once in a while?