I realize that this is going to be my first biggish family-oriented Thanksgiving since I was diagnosed with Celiac’s disease. Family gatherings, well, all social gatherings, really, are based around food.
And it will be me eating around people’s best intentions and having to not explain that the stuffing will make me poop for a week or so and yes, I miss it and no, I really cannot cheat and no, it isn’t really an allergy. I am sick of talking about it, sick of explaining my stomach’s quirks to total strangers.
But my loved ones are supporting themselves and can afford good food and can eat that food in a nice place. I am going to have my mom’s delicious eggplant parmesan and a root beer float for desert. I will be surrounded by some of my favorite people on the planet.
I’m stopping my kvetching long enough to be thankful.