<<Disclaimer: Verify this information before applying it to your situation.>> I'm having a very interesting week. I'm eating bread as a "challenge" to see how much poison antibodies my body builds. Blood tests are tomorrow. Then back to rice, etc. I thought I would relish eating sticky buns, sandwiches, etc. But I could hardly get myself to eat the first bite. After mentally conditioning myself for so long that this stuff is poison to me and that can't have and I don't want it, I had to make myself eat it. I guess my defense mechanisms were pretty strong. Sort of like asking a man who'd licked his drinking problem to go on a bender for a week for a test. Or asking a person with lung cancer to smoke just a few packs to see if it will flare up again. And since A) it will make me sick and B) I have to go back to rice tomorrow, it held no reward. I was surprised how pasty and gummy I found a lot of things that I used to like. I found them literally distasteful. I will have to admit the BLT went down pretty fast, but not the rest. Jere Cordell