GOD this sucks.
I hate being grouped in with all the trendy people jumping on the gluten-free bandwagon. You do it because it is trendy. I do it because if I don't, the damned skin rash on my hands will come back and I don't like waking up at 3AM just to itch my fingers. And my issue is not gluten (thank God, I'd be even unhappier if I had to give up beer right now) is just wheat.
I'm not missing the bread all too much, and I have discovered that some non-wheat pasta is OK.
I've learned that Rice Crispys make a very nice breadcrumb-like coating.
I've learned I'll react to french fries that are cooked in the same oil as onion rings, pizza puffs and other things with flour.
I've learned I can't trust that the chicken rice soup and the spanish rice served in the cafeteria in our building at work apparently have flour in them. Yay.
I've learned I can't eat any traditional condensed soup, even when used as part of a recipe.
I've learned that when offered the choice between gluten-free frozen pizza and a slab of cardboard... eat the cardboard.
Did you know Taco Bell uses wheat in both their taco shells AND their beef?
Did you know most fast food chicken - even in non-fried form - contains wheat and/or gluten?
"No wheat" is also a problem when you're headed off to a party - no pasta, no bread, no pizza, no fried chicken, no crackers... which is some pretty unfortunate karmic payback on me, since I usually try to even make stuff that is vegetarian-friendly when I'm bringing food to a party where I know there will be vegetarians.
Grocery shopping is taking twice as long now, since I have to read product labels on half the things I buy.
On the plus side... I've lost ten pounds in the past month. It's pretty easy to do when you're afraid of eating anything that doesn't come with a product label. And yes, I do mean afraid. I don't want that painful rash back.
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