Three days ago, my friend Marvin had a massive coronary and died.
I have known Marvin for over 30 years. As a matter of fact, we dated a couple of times until we realised that we were better friends than girl friend and boy friend. Marvin, with my encouragement, dated and married my best friend Kathy.
They were a perfect couple. They were very happy together and have two wonderful boys.
Why am I telling you this on a gluten free blog, you ask?
I am telling you this because I want to share part of my reaction to the devastating news of Marvin’s death.
First, there was disbelief. I thought I had heard wrong. Marvin can’t be dead!
Then I realized that, yes, he is gone. I sobbed my heart out.
It was my next reaction that surprised me and subsequently led to the writing of this post.
I wanted to eat some toast! Not gluten free toast. Rye bread toast… raisin bread toast… 12 grain bread toast. I wanted the same kind of toast I had eaten all of my life until I was diagnosed Celiac.
What the heck is up with that??
Of course, I didn’t have any toast (Not even gluten free toast)
I have been thinking about that craving for quite a while now, and have come to the realisation that toast used to be my “comfort food”
What does a Celiac do when they are distraught and in need of comfort food, but the comfort food they seek, contains gluten?
I made myself some gluten free hot chocolate, took a gluten free sleeping pill and tried to sleep.
Difficult as it is, life must go on and I had to go to work.
I would be very interested in learning if anyone else craves gluten-laden foods in times of great sadness.
