Okay, it isn’t wet here at all. This was looking out at gitchee gumee from the front picture window at the moomincabin the day we last left it. (The orangey light thingy is NOT Mr. Golden Sun. It is an interior lamp reflection.) Today the Planet Ann Arbor had a gorgeous day and we are in the low 70s for the moment. You know it’s not gonna last.

It isn’t gluten free around here either except when Kayak Woman messes up a pandemic shopping order. My grocery order this morning was PERFECT! Except for the things that *I* mis-ordered. Oh, you did it just like I told you to. Like, I ordered what I thought was something like 3-4 heirloom tomatoes and got… one. Reviewing my order, I ORDERED one tomato! ONE🐽🐽🐽. It’s okay. I’m probably gonna put in an Argus order and I can get good tomatoes from there. At least I didn’t end up with a bushel, kinda like the time I ordered THREE logs of cranberry goat cheese except I ordered three CASES. 18 logs! Local friends/family were happy to take most of them off my hands but jeebus. But I clearly have to do better with specifying QUANTITIES and paying attention to UNITS (one pound or one tomato…).

Then there were the gluten free h/lamburger buns. I THOUGHT I was ordering whole wheat or whatever. Nope. I ordered gluten free. Again. These buns will be fine. At least I didn’t order gluten free tortillas. *Years* pre-pandemic, Lizard and I walked over to the Plum to get tortillas for enchiladas. We didn’t READ the package and got home with gluten free. Problem? you couldn’t ROLL THEM UP! Somebody actually had to make an emergency run over there to get some with WHEAT in them. I’m sure it’s possible to buy decent gluten free tortillas that can be rolled up. Not these.

This is not intended to be a diatribe against gluten free eaters or products. If you don’t eat gluten that’s fine with me. There’s a whole gamut of people who avoid gluten and I do not care what their reasons are. Celiac disease or they just feel better when they don’t eat gluten or maybe don’t like gluten because the sky is blue. I do not care. What I do care is when people use it as an excuse to be a Food Fussy.

My favorite gluten free eaters are those who don’t make their food issues my problem. I don’t even mind if they tell me their preferences. It’s really pretty easy to avoid gluten if you are a scratch cook and I mostly am. When someone panics that there might be flour somewhere in my house, I am a lot less sympathetic. And yes, a [weird and unblahggable] version of this has happened to me.

I guess that did turn into a diatribe. I’m sorry! Whether you eat gluten or not, I love you 🧡. The good news is that the Planet Ann Arbor is not a Food Desert and I will get more tomatoes PDQ in one way or another. And (PS), I do know how privileged I am to be able to afford to live and buy (contact-free) food here.

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