On Sunday, mid-stupor, I attended the New England Celiac Conference.
This is what I remember:
I remember that I met nice people. During lunch we talked about cauliflower crust pizza and how to cook sorghum. I remember all day I was wondering why people were so grave about “hidden sauces.” How hard is it to notice a sauce? But a hidden sauce—maybe like an injected marinade? I didn’t ask. When I got home I realized they were buzzing about hidden sources. (Of gluten.) (Boston.)
From the session called something like How Celiac Affects the Whole Family:
A story about bullying in school. A classmate threw bread at an attendee’s child and said “Glutenator!” as a taunt.<—What a dick.
From the session Naturally Healing Foods:
Chefs from Elephant Walk handed us stalks of lemon grass and knobs of galangal and leaves of licorice basil to smell. That was paradise. I remember vowing to myself that I would definitely stop on the way home to buy lemongrass and galangal so I could make the thing they showed us how to make. (However, I now have no idea what that was.)
From the big session (the keynote?):
Alessio Fasano! At FFL last year, I noticed all of the celiac disease parents coming out of Dr. Fasano’s sessions with flushed cheeks, chatty and happy. And I may have thought, howeverso briefly, there’s something cool about those celiac disease people and their roped-off food and hilarious doctor.
So I get it now: everything he says is interesting. Rakish, delightful genius. I think he said he believes no one should eat gluten, but I also think he said he eats gluten, and I am pretty sure he said this year he has given gluten up for Lent and this is torture, and then I’m pretty sure he described a baguette.
Let’s all read his book.
Thank you and good day.