I was talking via e-mail with my friend Brendan who was diagnosed with celiac disease a couple of years ago. Well traveled, he was reminiscing about the days before his diagnosis when he used to enjoy a loaf of fresh-baked bread or a “warm, flaky but chewy croissant baked four minutes ago in a Parisian bakery.” His language describing his food longings was so descriptive that I’m excerpting part of his message here to share with you:
“When you find something [like a bakery item] that remotely reminds you of those glorious pre-celiac days, it's a thing to rave about. It's sort of like phantom-limb syndrome--you can smell the real stuff--but you can't quite taste it. But you remember it. Long for it. And when something comes close to it, it's like HOPE in the form of a muffin or a cupcake. Hope that some day you will find the perfect gluten-free facsimile for that fresh bread or that pancake or that croissant that you used to take for granted. We never appreciate something quite as much as we do when it's lost to us.”
How much do you miss the taste of certain foods? Do you ever feel like Brendan does?