I’m going to let you in on a very real and very awkward moment in my life history. It involves standing in the middle of the bakery section at a Whole Foods in Los Angeles, picking up loaves of freshly-baked bread and sniffing them. This on its own was weird enough, but the fact that the bread-huffing was coupled with crying made it more of a spectacle. I wandered over to the pastry case and ogled the muffins, scones, and tarts, tears still gently streaming down my cheeks. One of the bakers asked me if I needed help. I tried to avoid eye contact and muttered a polite, “No, thank you.”
I had been gluten-free for a week, and while my allergies and tummy welcomed the change, my heart seemed to have a hole in it that needed to be filled with the promise of baked goods. Don’t worry, the story gets less pathetic. Hint: I’m totally going to stop crying and bake you scones.