Celiac.com 09/01/2009 - I recently passed a milestone, upon reaching the first anniversary, since my celiac disease diagnosis. There was no golden coin or award ceremony, but rather a sense of personal accomplishment. Although it is true that I feel better not eating gluten than I have in years—I still miss my former diet every single day. I no longer crave gluten filled meals, nor do I feel sorry for myself, as often as I did, immediately following my diagnosis. Yet, I still find it necessary to justify my condition whenever I get confused looks at dinner parties or potlucks. There are also the days when I will pass a pizza shop or have a craving for a glazed donut with my morning coffee. It is in those moments when familiar pangs will resurface and make me long for just an instance that I could put on my gluten shield and indulge.
It was at this time last year, that I celebrated my first summer gluten-free. I ate at only restaurants with gluten-free selections, I began dabbling in store bought wheat-free mixes, and jumped up and down in my kitchen the day my husband discovered a gluten-free bakery, several towns away. Last summer was also my first opportunity to travel gluten-free. It was during those normally carefree months that I attended a Family Camp, at a retreat center, in the mountains. Although I meticulously planned for the trip; packing clothing, extra tennis shoes, swimming essentials, and toiletries—I neglected to remember that I now had dietary limitations which would possibly have a tremendous impact on the outcome of this family weekend. Yes, I packed gluten-free breakfast bars and fresh fruit, but that was it. I didn’t call ahead and ask if they had menu options for celiac sufferers, nor did I plan for lunches and dinners.
Walking into the retreat center dining hall among the smell of fresh baked bread, pasta salad, and breaded chicken made my mouth water like one of Pavlov’s dogs. I glanced around the table to see salad drizzled with vinaigrette and realized that was all I would be eating for the day. My head began to ache and tears stung the back of my eyes. I inwardly cursed myself for my lack of preparation. I am the mother of three young children, the wife of a deployed soldier, a responsible and organized woman—yet I completely forgot to prepare for a weekend in the mountains, with celiac disease.
I soon learned two of my fellow campers also suffered from gluten intolerance and was informed that there was gluten-free bread and peanut butter, in the kitchen. I breathed a sigh of relief as I walked up to the chef and asked him if I could possibly have a slice of gluten-free bread. He looked at me and responded, “sure, but this is the only loaf we have, so when it’s gone, it’s gone.” He was completely put off by my request and irritated that three celiacs would arrive at his retreat center, simultaneously, forcing him into a position to alter his meals for dietary restrictions. I grabbed the smallest slice of bread in the loaf, ensuring that the young boy with celiac would have food to eat, and walked out of the kitchen, in tears.
That was one year ago, and although the date on the calendar has changed, I am still coping with my condition and learning to travel gluten-free. My husband recently returned from his yearlong deployment to Iraq, and decided it was time to treat the family to a couple days of fun-filled water adventure; with a trip to Great Wolf Lodge in Grand Mound, Washington. It would be an understatement to say that my children were excited—rather, they were beyond ecstatic at the prospect of water slides, swimming pools, and the giant bucket of water which spills and drenches everyone in its path, every few moments.
I packed my morning gluten-free breakfast bars, alongside of my toddler’s swim diapers, and we hit the road, ready for an adventure at Great Wolf Lodge. As I prepared for meals of bunless hamburgers and grilled chicken Caesar salads, minus the croutons, my children began psyching themselves up for the thrill of a rushing waterslide. I wasn’t sure how food allergies would be greeted at this indoor water park, as was I nervous for a reoccurrence of past experiences. My ultimate hope was that my Celiac Disease would be understood and recognized for its seriousness.
I told her that I have celiac disease, and expected to explain to her what that was; yet was surprised as she began walking down the selection of foods, informing me one-by-one which were safe for me to eat. As I kept up with her, amazed at her accommodating demeanor, she worked all the way from the Mexican food to the salad bar. She then walked back to the kitchen and returned with two pieces of gluten-free grilled chicken breast. As I was thanking her, she offered to make me gluten-free pasta. When I declined, she told me that if I would like them to make me pasta the following day, to let the kitchen know and they would be more than happy to prepare it for me.
review of The Loose Moose Cottage: The food was good, the service was
exceptional, and the atmosphere was accommodating for my family. The
only thing which would have made dining easier would have been if each
dish’s ingredients were listed on a sign beside the dish itself.
I nodded my head and said, “Yes, I do.” Then I watched with astonishment as she immediately removed the plastic gloves she had been using, before replacing them with new gloves, and sticking my hotdog on a clean part of the grill. When I questioned her about her knowledge of food allergies, and specifically celiac disease, she explained that Great Wolf Lodge has a lot of guests with food restrictions and the chefs make every effort to be knowledgeable and helpful.
My personal review of the Poolside Grill: The food was delicious and the staff was informed and respectful.
When I approached the person at the counter and explained that I was unable to eat anything with wheat in it and wondered if they had any gluten-free offerings, she smiled and went to find a person more capable of assisting me. A baker came out from the kitchen and greeted me with a smile, before telling me that her mom has suffered from Celiac Disease for twenty-years. She then pointed out the assortment of gluten-free fudges and offered to make me gluten-free cookies. Although I was tempted to take her up on the cookies, I rather, chose a piece of fudge. I can say, without a doubt—it was delicious.
My personal review of the Bear Paw Café: The fudge was delicious and the service was exceptional. I do wish there was more of a variety of baked goods for those with food allergies; such as wheat, peanut, and egg-free ingredients.
My personal review of Camp Critter: Although the menu did not have a variety of gluten-free selections; the food I chose was prepared gluten-free, cooked well, and the staff was accommodating and helpful.
After two fun-filled days of water bliss at the Great Wolf Lodge, we
departed for home, exhausted, and with chlorine seeping out of our
swimming suits. I rate our trip 5 of 5 stars—it was a great get-away,
and I didn’t feel hindered by my celiac disease. And on a side note…my
kids thought the water park was amazing.