So. The last thing you need to hear as someone who is already a little OCD is that any teensy, tiny speck of a crumb can make you sick.
In order to keep your sanity intact, you try your best to keep a clean kitchen, clean dog, clean husband.
You scrub everything you own, run the dishwasher like it's your job, hose down cabinets and double-foil every item of bakeware you use.
And it's still not enough.
Because the gluten's gonna get you.
The first two times I got glutened, I knew immediately. And I knew what caused it. But on Friday, when I started unexpectedly suffering from my post-gluten symptoms, I had no idea what made me sick. None. No clue. Which makes me think one of three things happened:
1) Something I bought that was labeled GF was, in fact, NOT GF.
2) Stray crumbs have been sneaking into my food.
3) Someone is trying to kill me.
I reeeaaaalllly hope it isn't the third. Because, you know, I don't want to have to go all Celiac Ninja on someone.
It puts me in sort of a quandary though. I don't want to be that person who lives like a shut in germaphobe (any moreso than I already am), and I don't want to spend another weekend in pain and hating life. So what do I do?