Sitting on the island in my kitchen is a box filled with homemade traditional cookies. By traditional, I mean wheat flour-based. I can’t eat them. Next to the box of cookies is a bag of store-bought cookies my in-laws picked up and brought to Thanksgiving dinner. I can’t eat them…though I think, I hope!, I’ve finally made progress in helping the in-laws understand what it means to be gluten-free.
I got the first cookies via a fundraiser at the office. When I was hit up for the donation, my co-worker frowned as she scanned the list, noting, “You can’t eat any of this stuff.” True, but my book club can, so I cheerfully made the donation, knowing I’d be serving those cookies at our upcoming meeting. The store-bought cookies will probably suffer the same fate. Sitting safely in their containers, those cookies won’t hurt me at all. Continue reading “Surviving Holiday Gifts and Treats”