WHEN A RESTAURANT DOESN'T HAVE A GLUTEN FREE MENU
July 2012
26 posts
WHEN SOMEONE JOKES ABOUT ME GETTING GLUTENED
WHEN I CALCULATE HOW MUCH I SPEND ON GROCERIES
WHEN MY MOM ASKS IF ANYONE WANTS TO LICK THE BOWL AFTER MIXING A GLUTEN FREE CAKE
I’m all:
WHEN I WAIT OUTSIDE WHILE MY BOYFRIEND GETS PIZZA
WHEN SOMEONE ASKS IF BREAD CRUMBS ARE GLUTEN FREE
I just stare at them like:
WHEN I GET AN EMAIL THAT MY GLUTEN FREE FOOD HAS SHIPPED
WHEN I ACTUALLY HAVE DESSERT OPTIONS, AND I HAVE TO CHOOSE
WHEN I TRY EXPLAINING THAT CELIAC IS NOT A WEIGHT-LOSS DIET
They’re just like:
WHEN I REALIZE I FORGOT MY GLUTEN FREE LEFTOVERS
WHEN I FORGET TO STIR MY SPAGHETTI AND IT ENDS UP IN ONE BIG CLUMP
WHEN I SEE SOMEONE HAWKING PILLS FOR CELIAC ONLINE
WHEN I HEAR SOMEONE ELSE PROFESS THEIR LOVE FOR QUINOA
WHEN I REALIZE I'M OUT OF CHEX
WHEN I TACKLE A GLUTEN FREE BAKING PROJECT
I think I’ll be all:
But then I start mixing flours and I’m like:
WHEN I WAKE UP TO THE SMELL OF PANCAKES/WAFFLES AND WONDER IF THEY'RE GLUTEN FREE
WHEN I HEAR ABOUT AN UNNECESSARY GLUTEN ADDITION
HEY GUYS.
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WHEN I PEEK TO SEE IF MY GLUTEN FREE CAKE IS RISING
WHEN MY ROOMMATE OPENS THE FREEZER AND SEES IT'S FULL OF 2947 TYPES OF FLOUR
