Labor Day was my last hoorah with gluten. I spent the week leading up to it eating my favorite forms of kryptonite. (and bearing a striking resemblance to the Very Hungry Caterpillar)
August 26: Reuben on rye and Nantucket fries and cake samples
August 30: fried chicken and yeast rolls (unfortunately it was at K&W)
August 31: ChickFilA chicken biscuit
September 2: Dunkin Donuts Munchkins, Only Burger with a bun
September 3: eating whatever off the taco truck
September 4: pancake breakfast
September 5: pasta, restaurant bread, French food
September 6: Mellow Mushroom pizza crust, Triangle Belgian Golden beer, Larissa’s Guinness and Bailey’s cupcakes
September 7: Krispy Kreme original glazed, dark porter beer
But 8 months later, I don’t really miss any of these too much. I guess it’s because I now associate them with feeling sick. But I do miss the convenience of eating whatever.
No gluten? No problem. 