Sometimes I freak out when I have to leave my home for more than four hours. Sometimes I also freak out when the Super Shuttle is outside my house and I realize I haven’t packed my gluten-free go bag yet. And lots of times, I freak out just when I see one of those long thin bugs that may or may not be a scorpion coming to bite my brains (let’s call that a “may not”). The point is, this is what I wound up with at LAX while on my way to Seattle to BlogHer Food ’12. Can I get a wooot!?
After all, airports are not known to be particularly gluten-friendly (see the great Taco Bell incident of 2011 return trip from Mexico) and also I get hungry. Many times I am full-on prepared, but this trip I was just kind of flying by the seat of my pants. Hence, the good, the bad, and the ohmygodIalmostwasdetainedbytheTSA. Let me break it down for you. Continue reading