Obviously I know what would happen, I would feel like crap. I would be in the fetal position in my covers in bed in tears. And let me preface by saying, I would NEVER actually give in to it, but it doesn't mean I don't wonder. It is bizarre when you think about it, that we are told that we can never eat a certain type of food ever again. After almost 36 years of eating a certain way and BAM....it is banned, it is contraband, it is poison to my body. But I can have the occasional dream, can't I?
Yesterday as I was picking up Z from school, she had some homemade cookies given to her for someone's birthday. As I was buckling her in, she had one in her hand and was about to take a bite. It could not have been more than 2 inches from my nose...I could smell the cookie smell and see the texture that all gluten-free cookies strive for. Part of me wanted to snatch it in my mouth like a wild animal just to see if I could even remember what a wheat cookie tasted like.
But like a sitcom, I only imagined the wild animal part and then was brought back to my senses and reality. My daughter is such a good girl that she left her cookie in the car since she knows I do not like gluten items in the house. I am so lucky to have such a supportive husband and daughter. They sure help make this easier than it could be and for that I am eternally grateful.
And why is that people call gluten-based foods the "normal" food. Like "it tastes just like a real bagel!" or "I made pancakes that tasted like normal pancakes!" Who determines which ones are the normal and real ones? Is there a committee?? Can I be on it?? Maybe the "normal" or "real" food is what we eat and the gluten-filled foods are striving to be as good as our food.
I am going to go enjoy another Udi's blueberry muffin, because you know what...they are better than the "normal" ones!
Happy Earth Day!