Coming Out (Of the Pantry)
I’m just going to say it. I have always found people with food intolerances and allergies (especially more than one) to be…how should I say it mildly…..really f**@ annoying. Maybe because I perceive them as weak. Like, if a glass of milk can take you down, what else is going to make you crumble? And I can’t handle that. It makes me uneasy.
But perhaps I judged too harshly. I am human.
Besides, those with real allergies are not the same as those truly annoying people who avoid foods just to be trendy, to follow the latest food fashion craze…(or to lose weight, prevent cancer, blah blah blah).
And I don’t want to be one of those people because the fact is I love food, in all shapes and sizes, and I would never dream of judging innocent plates of food the way I judge other people, who deserve it.
I have a serious relationship with food. And that’s why, even though it’s going to hurt, and even if I feel a little bit ashamed….I have to come out.
I can’t eat gluten anymore. I can’t eat wheat, wheat products, rye, barley, barley malt, spelt, kamut, and probably not oats either. This means I must avoid pastas, bread, cereals, beer, (INSERT FROWN AND A TEAR HERE) and packaged foods that may possibly have gluten hidden away. And to make matters worse, ALL grains, for the most part, need to be avoided – at least for a while.
So what does this mean to you? Nothing. That’s why I’m letting it be known here on my blog, which is a food blog and a food blog it shall remain. I’m not going to turn all hyper-sensitive and only post recipes about gluten free. There’s already a blog for that, a very good one, and she does a terrific job.
I’m still me, is what I’m trying to say, despite my intestinal preferences. I am not going to stop posting recipes for tarts, for example, but from now on I will also include a gluten-free version too, or provide a link to one. Because I know there are more of you like me, too afraid to face the issue, or too afraid to face yourselves.
So, now I have shared this part of myself with all of you. And I hope it won’t change the way you feel about me. I hope it only changes the contents of my pantry. My new wheat-free pantry, which I have cleared, and now I have come out of it, no worse for the wear. And unfortunately, so have my Belgian ales.
But it’s not all bad news. When it comes to Burgundy and Bordeaux…I swing both ways.