If it is the end of summer than you’ll find me heading to Montreux, Switzerland for my annual visit. This visit marked our eighth visit to Montreux and it is truly something that we look forward to every year. Future posts will focus on the gluten-free food finds (and there were many) but this post is about something near and dear to my heart – the flights.
One of those items that I truly missed when I first received my celiac diagnosis was my old friend – the bagel. You have to realize that my diagnosis came at a time when there were really not that many gluten-free options out there and well, those that were out there were not always the best replacements for their gluten-filled counterparts.
Another Celiac Awareness Month has come and gone so I thought that I would use the opportunity to look back at my personal journey living with a later in life celiac disease diagnosis – more than fifteen years ago. While this is part exercise in catharsis it is also part resource to hopefully help those that may be where I was pre- and post-diagnosis…
One of the biggest sinking moments that I had when I received my celiac diagnosis was the eventual realization, that at that point in time, there would no longer be any Chinese food in my foreseeable future. My diagnosis came when gluten-free options were few and far between and quite frankly more often than not – not worth the effort to seek out.