Blah. This is my life right now.
That's why no blogging. No weekly menu. Easter wore me out and I felt really bad the first of last week. Then I thought I felt better. Then it came back on me. Like a ton of bricks. We went to a wedding on Saturday night and I came home feeling horrible.
I have to share about this wedding. This is something we all will run across when it comes to living gluten free. Dinner served at a wedding. It's funny that I didn't even think about it at first. The wedding was Saturday. On Tuesday before the wedding, it finally dawned on me that I had better figure out how I would eat!
Wednesday morning I called the hotel where the reception would be held. A very nice food management lady named Heather, told me there would be no problem making a gluten free meal. They had done it many times. She was going to talk to the chef and call me back with a choice of what to eat.
Friday came and I had not heard from her. So, I decided to call her back. I did not want to sit through the whole wedding wondering how dinner was going to work out and I didn't really want to pack food to bring with me.
When I got a hold of her, she told me all was good, they were having a buffet and there should be plenty of choices for me on the buffet. Being a bit leery of being able to tell what would be okay to eat on a buffet, I ask her if the servers there would be able to tell me what was safe and what was not. She assured me they would.
Saturday came and I did pack along an Ensure chocolate drink and had a Lara bar in my purse. Just in case. The wedding was lovely. We drove to the reception and upon arriving they had a buffet of cheese, fruit and crackers. And the crackers were at the end of the buffet, far from the cheese and fruit. That made me feel good. I got some cheese and fruit. Had a glass of wine.
Then came time for dinner. I saw Heather, the lady I had talked to on the phone. I went over and introduced myself to her. She was very friendly. She told me when they called our table to talk to the man in the blue shirt. He would know what I could eat on the buffet.
Finally, it was our tables turn and the little man in the blue shirt told us to go up and get some food. I walked over to him and told him I needed to know what food was gluten free. He was a little Indian man. So you must imagine him talking to me with an Indian accent. He said, "Oh no! No. That food gluten. I get you food!" Okay, so at that point I might have been just a tad bit stressed. But I had had lots of cheese, fruit and a glass of wine so I just smiled.
First I was told the chef would give me a choice, then I was told there would be food on the buffet, then I was told that food had gluten. Now this guy was going to bring me something. Just keep smiling.
So as our whole table and then the tables around ours went to get into the line for the buffet, I am sitting totally alone at this large round table. Nothing like sticking out. Everyone gets their food. The entire room is eating and I'm still sitting there.
Finally, I see Heather. I go tell her I don't have food. She said she would get right on it.In a couple minutes, here comes my guy in the blue shirt. He's carrying and extra large... well....let me back up a bit. The room was very fancy. White table clothes, white dinner plates, crystal, silver, red roses in the middle of the table, chairs covered with white cloth and big bows....you get the picture. White and formal. Okay, so back to my man with the blue shirt and he's carrying this big old round orange plate. Yes, orange. It's heaped with at least a half a head of both broccoli and cauliflower, asparagus and baby carrots. Topped off with some grilled chicken. There was enough vegetables to share with the entire table. And, they were plain. Totally plain. Chicken, plain. Totally plain.
I very graciously thanked him. After he left, I had to start laughing. We were at the table with a bunch of people we know and they started laughing because here I am with this big orange plate full of plain veggies and chicken. Could I stand out any more? It was pretty funny.
I am not complaining, so please don't think this post is a complaint. It was really humorous being there. The hotel really did get me a safe meal. I really appreciate that even if it was really plain. I always find it so weird though that most chefs think in order for food to be gluten free it has to be plain. I have even had some chefs at restaurants ask me if potatoes are okay to eat. I wonder where they went to school that they don't there's no gluten in potatoes.
With summer coming, I'm sure some of you will be asked to a wedding. If you are new to this, try not to stress to much. Call ahead. Keep calling if you don't get the answer you need. Always be polite and not pushy. When you get to the event, if you got the name of who you talked to on the phone, see if you can meet them in person. I did this with Heather when I saw she wasn't busy. I didn't want to be a pest, but wanted to make contact with her. And as it was, there would have been a lot of last minute confusion and stress for me had I not introduced myself to her earlier. Always keep your sense of humor. And most importantly, keep snacks in your purse just in case. A meal replacement drink is a good emergency item as well!