Here I am, sitting at my gluten free desk, looking at my gluten free computer (Macs are gluten free of course), sipping gluten free Oolong tea. It's all very ... gluten free?
Whoever is in charge of signing off on my health (my money is on Loki) is not done with me just yet. Pending some results it looks like there may be a celiac diagnosis on the table.
Ok. That's far from the worst thing that can happen, especially if you do all the things you are supposed to. So being me, I plunge into a day or two of research and reading, only to emerge from the gluten free frenzy on the internet more than a little puzzled.
What's all the fuss?
Apart from pasta, and there are gluten free ones about, one of them must be palatable, ditto for bread which I can take or leave anyway, my pantry does not have to change very much. Not great eaters of cake or sweet biscuits, don't use packet or pre-prepared foods, and tend to eat mostly Asian foods at home and when we go out. Gluten free chocoloate abounds, single malt scotch is more than fine, and thank you Gods, Bhuja mix is okay!
It's more than a little horrifying how these growing health concerns turn into major industries over a very short space of time and how fear fear fear is the underlying push. I am sure there are a few bumps, am guessing they would be mostly eating out and in other peoples homes.
Food used to be our medicine, now it's our poison. If you have to read the back of every packet of food you buy looking for hidden ingredients that might harm you, you are buying the wrong food!
(And the family are already tired of me referring to every comestible, including hot water, as being gluten free. I'll get tired of torturing them ... eventually.)
Maybe if I had been more dilligent in my devotions to the Flying Spaghetti Monster, none of this would have happened. Argh, now I have gluten guilt!