lindylynn's Blog

Mosaic asked about how my weekend with 10 guests went. We had a great time and the food issues worked out okay.Picture this scene:I'm unpacking a bag of bagles, peaches, and barbeque sauce one of the guests had brought. I pick up the barbeque sauce and look at the ingredients."Oh good, it's gluten free," I say. (It actually said that on the jar). Suddenly everyone stops what they are doing. "Oh," they say, "you're..." (then a pause and hush like the mention of cancer) . "Yes," I say. "I have Celiac Disease. I can't have wheat, rye, barley and oat.""Or gluten?" George asks."Gluten in wheat, rye, barley or oat." (I repeat what I had also emailed them before coming)"I have a friend who has that," George says. "Plus she's lactose intolerant. When we all go out to eat she just meets us later.""That's got to be tough," pipes in Cathy."Oh, that why Chester was so fanatic about cleaning the rack in the toaster oven after we used it this morning," Celene adds.Despite this, they still brought home cookies and cream ice cream from the store and assorted pies, but nobody asked to put their hamburger rolls on the grill!