<<Disclaimer: Verify this information before applying it to your situation.>> Sweet shirl: I don't mean to sound like Pollyanna; maybe I do. I consider myself a person who lives a full life and has celiac disease and dermatitis herpetiformis. I don't consider myself a disease who is not a complete person! My husband shops for me and considers my problem. He also buys whatever suits him for himself. My rule is "if I can't eat it, I don't cook it! He has become quite adept at spaghetti and some other goodies. Generally, he has those meals when I have an evening meeting. Before those meetings, I do not eat supper. I wait until I get home and have a snack. I just don't want to cheat. I am not suffering if I see someone else enjoying a food I can't eat! I am thankful I am not eating anything that will cause a spasm. Please don't think of us as pathetic creatures! I have attended banquets where people don't even notice what I eat or don't. If I don't touch the entree', they generally assume I was too busy with conversation. I do want attention in labeling and food identification. I feel the government owes it to celiacs. I do not want to be dependent on institutions who do not care about my condition. However, I am horrified to think that you look upon us with pity! WOW! My friends and relatives eat anything they want around me. Sometimes I get strange looks when I ask my hostess if I can read the carton or bag something came in. At a party the other day, my hostess explained my curiosity as being "Maureen is an avid reader". The lady accepted the explanation and we had a delightful talk later about books, without further reference to my fetish for reading containers. Let us be happy for others, and let them find something to like in us. AMS -- A Surra <[log in to unmask]>San Antonio, TX [log in to unmask] wrote: > when these faux pas happen, you need to voice how forgotten you feel. All 5 > of us eat GF, although only 3 of us need to. I do eat donuts, but...I don't > let my celiacs see them. I go out late at night, and eat them in the car. > Once, I did eat one in the bathroom (a friend brought it to me as a treat). > I know my husband's pain because he CAN'T cheat and I would never dream of > eating old favorites in front of him. I can't believe your daughter would