Most of the time, my weekday life is boring and predictable. I like it that way. Get up, go to work, bang my head against my desk, go home. My meals are under control — if it’s not something I’ve made myself, then it’s likely a meal from a restaurant that I’ve vetted and trust.
There is great comfort in knowing your lunch won’t make you sick for the next week or two.
Sometimes, life is less controlled. Maybe I’m traveling. Maybe I’m attending a conference. Maybe I’m involved in a work situation that doesn’t allow the flexibility of my normal life. Whatever the circumstance, I can’t rely on my safe, gluten-free kitchen or familiar restaurants with familiar options, and bringing my own meals is challenging. Continue reading “One of *Those* Weeks”