My Gluten Radar
Navigating the gluten-free life
I have a sixth sense about gluten. I call it my gluten radar. It warns me when Iím getting too close to this dangerous protein and keeps me on the road to good health. Iíve lost track of the number of times it has rescued me from a near collision with gluten. The time I spied a hostess unearthing an open box of rice crackers that shared a zip-top baggie with wheat crackers. The sandwiches prepared where my deli meat was being sliced. The wayward strand of spaghetti in my string beans. The errant crouton in my salad.