One of the first dates Dreamy ever took me on was to a somewhat famous diner in his hometown. It was a novelty, I’d never been and he felt it important that I visit this mecca of fried onions, potatoes, burgers and barbecue. And milkshakes.
This was long before gluten was on my radar screen and I was game.
We walked in and Dreamy went straight for the ice cream bar. It looked like the old fashioned malt shops from outdated television shows. Dreamy ordered a chocolate malt (gag). Not being an ice cream fan, I passed. He was shocked and at that point I realized we would have a long line of differences when it came to food and our diets. (Little did either of us know just how different our diets would be after I was diagnosed with celiac disease in 2007!). Continue Reading