Dude note: As I’m writing this post, I just popped open a pre-Walking Dead Experimental Ale from the good folks at Ground Breaker. All I can say is…oh my.
Anyway…I’ve had celiac disease 7 years now (yay me!)
In those 7 years, I have eaten at my brother’s house I would say at least 75 times.
My sister-in-law absolutely rocks the house when it comes to cooking for me. When I say she gets it, she seriously GETS IT! It is such a joy to be able to go out and not worry.
But sometimes…stuff happens.
Case in point: Mrs. Dude and I went to their house for dinner Saturday night. The usual amazing gluten-free appetizers for me were put out and we enjoyed a few cocktails. Dinner was going to be steak, potatoes and asparagus. Not just any steak, but “straight from the farm” steak and both rib eye AND filet mignon. Yay me again!
My brother, who was in charge of grilling, was also cooking a non gluten-free marinated pork chop for himself.
I think you can see where this is going.
Dinner is just about ready and my brother walks in from outside with the two steaks and the pork chop…all on the same plate. Ooops. And he used the same utensil to cook all of the items. Double ooops!!
He simply forgot and truthfully, totally my bad for not reminding him.
My sister-in-law was mortified, my brother felt bad and the night was taking a turn for the worse.
So did I get pissed? Did I throw a tantrum because I couldn’t have steak? Did I give him a hard time for cross-contaminating my meal?
Of course I did…I was hungry!!!
Totally kidding. My reaction? Meh…it’s only food. And more to the point, it’s only ONE meal. Not a biggie.
I’ve said this time and time again. If you’re a celiac, it means rolling with the punches when it comes to food. There are gonna be nights like this one. You have a simple choice to make it better or make it worse.
Always, always, always choose to make it better.
And for the record, the potatoes and asparagus were amazing. As was the after dinner espresso martini and the ping pong.
Life is good.