Something magical and somewhat unbelievable has happened to my body: Suddenly, it seems willing to tolerate gluten again.
I gave up gluten a couple of years ago as part of a gluten sensitivity self-diagnosis. A small handful of times since then, I determined to give gluten “a second chance” — by way of baguettes longer than my arm, very generous slices of cake, and All The Pizza. But gluten betrayed me over and over. What a surprise.
A few months ago, I began taking small sips of beer. Not my beer, of course. But somebody would be like, “You want to try my beer?” And I’d be like, “UH-HUH.”