At my job, getting information for educational signs.
My job is a mish mash of a bunch of different responsibilities. Mostly I make signs....My job title is Community Outreach and Volunteer Coordinator but I am also the Demo Coordinator. But having the three together is a bit much. I love my job and I'm constantly learning more and more about the organic and natural foods system. BUT this past Friday I really hated my job. Well, I guess I really hated gluten.
Living with Celiac Disease has been an easy road so far. Not easy in the sense of dining out, but I have really enjoyed experimenting with new foods and recipes. And while the occassional whine for a Corona Light may contradict me, it really hasn't been that bad. That is until last Friday.
I was charged with doing a demo at my co-op of Bove's Vodka Sauce. Yum Yum. It is so good. This was going to be an active demo, so my beloved demonstrator Laurel was coming in to give me a hand. I was in the process of heating the sauce when she hands me an ultra-soft, ultra-gluteny loaf of sourdough bread to pair with the sauce for sampling. "Okay, Okay," I thought, "I can handle this." As cut through chunks to make bite size pieces, I was amazed at how soft it was. I guess it's been a few months since I actually had "regular" bread in my hands. It was SO SOFT. Ugh. Torture #1. But whatever, I didn't pop any in my mouth. I handled it.
Enter Torture #2. Laurel then suggests that we also offer some Alexia Mozzarella Sticks with the sample. (Cry a single tear) So I then had to bake these delish-us mozzarella sticks, smell them bake and crisp, and THEN cut them in to bite-size chunks of melting, oozing mozz for folks to sample.
I did not pop even ONE single bite into my mouth. I am not a willpower person, so I'm not quite sure where I mustered some up from, but I did. Somehow.