This Gluten Free Love Story was lovingly submitted by Sue
My sweetheart and I have known each other for 32 years, when I was a young mother, working as a teachers aide and he was my principal, twice my age. I had the biggest crush on him. He was kind of an Italian Sean Connery. Fast forward 25 years and we met again at a teacher’s lunch and have been together ever since. Our age difference vanished.
A lot of our wonderful times are spent cooking and eating and traveling and eating. He is a wonderful cook too. He’s an old fashioned Italian gentleman and I learned how to make all his favorites from scratch. For years, I have made homemade foccacia that beats his favorite Italian bakery. We’ve gone to his relatives in Italy and I came home and learned how to make traditional recipes from scratch.
NOW, after many health issues of a lifetime, doctors and some scares, I am gluten free. The first few weeks he just thought I was on some crazy new diet, even though he was aware of my health issues. He noticed a difference in my health though and that made him very happy.
We both live in our own houses 30 miles apart. I teach during the week and we spend weekends together. I explained until the cows came home what gluten was but he just didn’t get it.
Then one night after a delicious Mexican food dinner at our favorite place, I was sick again before we got back home. I was new at it and had green enchiladas and the sauce must have had wheat and I was not good about asking questions.
That was a turning point. He got it now!
The next day he asked many questions and really listened. He told me that when I am there at his place, we eat the same and that is that!
Since then, he really takes the time to buy and cook me things, still with a Mediterranean flair but gluten free.
He knows I do not really want the gluten free stuff from the store.
Only one time he said “Can’t you just try a little piece (of foccacia) and see what happens?” I tried to explain that it is DE-CON to me. I think that was one of our only squabbles. Well…not a squabble…he just got the silent treatment for about a day.
I know this is not a very exciting tale but I see every time he cooks for me as an act of love. Every time he makes me gluten free crumbs to make his pheasant marsala, an act of love. Every time his penny pinching self buys some of the expensive ingredients we need, an act of love.
MY kids at school take care of me and they all know what gluten is. A little girl brought me a little tub of frosting on the day she had birthday cupcakes (just what I need!) HA! But to me…that was an act of love too!
This is an ongoing journey and I feel so lucky to have this man looking out for me when I know it is not always easy.
Check out his picture with my new grandbaby—he’s 86! The man not the baby. I hope we all are that healthy at 86.