Ever feel the world is out to get you? Here are my top six situations where being gluten-free is a living nightmare…
1. Train stations: Wall-to-wall pastry temptation. Croissants, cookies, burgers, baguettes, cookies. You name it, I can’t eat it. Oh well, there’s always an apricot Eat Natural bar from WH Smiths.
(Exception to this rule is King’s Cross, where salvation comes in the form of a Leon restaurant. I was so thrilled to find I could eat EVERYTHING there I bought EVERYTHING there and chain-ate from London to Yorkshire.
2. Airports: I recall one especially miserable occasion with my mate at Florence airport, £800 poorer having missed our flight home. The only safe thing to eat was a 12 euro plate of plain prawns. No, not quite plain, they did come with flies dancing on top. When you’re sad, hungry and nursing a limoncello hangover, it’s surprising how low your standards can sink.
And, following neatly on from that…
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3. Planes: A bleak arena for food at the best of times. Although shout-out to Jet2 for selling gluten-free Seabrook crisps. Got to love Seabrooks.
4. Cake days in the office: The only time I have shed actual tears due to missing out. Two of my old workmates were prolific bakers and regularly came in armed with sponge to take the edge off the day. The Great British Bake Off only amplified the situation, increasing their output tenfold. Sweet torture. (And, yes, I could bake myself. But I even screw up chocolate cornflake cakes.)
5. Work functions: I once paid £10 for a GF buffet for a work leaving-do. While those around me tucked in to pasta or pies and chips, I had rice cakes and a bowl of egg mayonnaise.
6. After closing time: While everyone else staggers into Chicken Shack and kebab shops and troughs down greasy pizza, I can only look on. Although, come to think of it, maybe that’s a gluten-free positive…
By Kay Harrison, a deprived coeliac