Up until about seven months ago, I don’t know if I could have given you the exact definition of gluten. In fact, I guarantee you I couldn’t tell you what foods had gluten, and what were g-free. Why would I? I’d never met a celiac, never known anyone who said they couldn’t eat gluten, never cooked or served food for a living. This is how most of the world lives, and god bless all of you clueless people with lovely digestion.
Which is why I usually try to fend for myself when I eat out, even if someone swears something is gluten-free. I realize I shouldn’t have trusted an otherwise nice lady, when she said tuna tartare on top of a fried wonton was gluten-free, but I wanted it to be. Continue reading