Celiac Blues

I don't know when we'll ever go to a restaurant again as a family. That makes me sad to miss our Friday night dinners at Cambridge Common. I took a break from cooking, and Rich took a break from the dishes. I could bring Eric some food. But it isn't the same. The point was to have him order his own dinner. And there is currently NOTHING served at a restaurant that he would eat. He always go the pasta. Until he starts being open to things like meat, nacho's or quesedillas we're SOL.

But at home it's pretty easy. I can't think of any of my old 'standards' that aren't already gluten free or could be easily made that way with a couple of substitutions.

Ironically, Eric would not touch any of my 'real' cooking with a ten foot pole. But we will be gluten free, in the hopes that when he say, "Can I try that?" I can say, "Sure! Eat up Little Bitty Buddy!"

I did finally get my referral to Children's Hospital yesterday. I had to finally call and speak to the manager. As I suspected the messages were not reaching the doctors until Tuesday afternoon. I understand that the reception staff at my doctor's office needs to be fluent in English, Portuguese and Spanish. But surely there are lots of people in this area that know those languages that have a reasonable set of office skills?

Grr.... Argh.