As I watched my husband eat his lunch — a gorgeous short rib melt on rosemary focaccia — I couldn’t help but say, “That looks really good.”
Just as I’d said when he’d bought a pretzel at a baseball game. It looked amazing, and, I suspect, tasted as good as it looked. But I didn’t want a bite, never even thought about tasting it. In fact, one thing about me and gluten-filled foods: I mostly don’t miss them at all.
Oh sure, I stare with some envy when other people tear into a beautiful, thick pizza crust while I nibble on my less-than-thick gluten free pizza. And I’d love, on occasion, to have the freedom to hit a drive-through when I was hungry while on the road. Certainly on those days when I have a work lunch and steamed veggies are my only choice… Continue reading “On Not Missing Gluten”