WHEN I TELL SOMEONE GLUTEN FREE IS EASY AND THEY’LL BE JUST FINE

ME AT THE GROCERY STORE (I HATE THE GROCERY STORE)

 

WHEN I LOOK RAVENOUSLY THROUGH MY PURSE AS HUNGER LOOMS ONLY TO FINALLY SUCCUMB TO THE KNOWLEDGE THAT I’D EATEN THE LAST GF FRUIT BAR YESTERDAY AND FORGOT TO PACK MYSELF ANOTHER ONE

WHEN SOMETHING GLUTEN FREE ACTUALLY TASTES GOOD, NOT JUST EDIBLE, BUT GOOD!

WHEN THE CAKE IS BEING SLICED AND MOM’S ASKING “WHO WANTS SOME?”

WHEN I GET GLUTENED

WHEN A FRIEND SAYS THEY’RE NOT FEELING WELL AND I HAVE AN INKLING THAT THEY HAVE CELIAC DISEASE BECAUSE I WANT SOMEONE TO SHARE IN WHAT I HAVE

WHENEVER I GET GLUTENED AFTER I SUSPICIOUS MEAL THAT I COULDN’T RESIST BUT SHOULD HAVE

WHEN I PULL MY OWN SNACKS OUT OF MY PURSE AT SOMEONE ELSE’S HOUSE OR PARTY AND PEOPLE LOOK AT ME LIKE I’VE GOT FOUR HEADS

WHAT I SAY TO MY HUSBAND WHEN I’VE MADE A BATCH OF GF COOKIES