After work this morning…I headed to the mecca of all things foodie, my beloved Whole Paycheck.
This was my first visit back since I became certifiably gluten intolerant.
The baked goods taunted me. The man hockin’ sandwiches on the sub cart. The pizza team.
Everywhere I turned: wheat and gluten.
Look at us, you can’t have us. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.
Enter a memory from one of my fellow EI mamas (hi natalie)…she once mentioned Udi’s bread. Udi’s bread is supposed to be the Mercedes of gluten-free breads. At 6 bucks a loaf, the shit better have gold-plated crust.
So, there in the center of the wheat/gluten ladened orgy that is the peripherary of Whole Paycheck, the lights from heavens shone on an endcap, and that endcap was Udi’s bread.
They had “whole” grain. Whatever.
I opted for the good old-fashioned white.
It looked like bread. It smelled like, Panera-esque bread. Not the Wonderbread of my youth, but more of a artisian loaf ala Corner Bakery…
When I arrived back at the estate, Nana Magic took a bite. She was impressed.
This is coming from the woman who lives on white bread and potato chips. If it could fool her…well come on by. I’ll make you an sandwich. You won’t know the difference…
But I still am crying. Mourning, if you will.
Eating as I know it will never be the same. Parties will be difficult. Going to dinner will be a pain in the ass.
Funny what started out as a diet to help your kid turns into something much, much more…