Dinner was Fettuccine Alfredo (see Why I Want To Tie My Family To Chairs), chicken cutlets, and salad.
Dessert was various store-bought pastries (apple turnovers), mom's homemade banana pudding and little Hershey's candies (see Memories - Vintage Foods From Years Gone By) that bring me such fond memories.
I could not eat any of it. In order for me to attend, they had to make special arrangements. It's not as easy as cooking and serving.
Due to my severe gluten allergy, they could not cook the chicken cutlets in the same house we would be eating in. The breadcrumb is an issue. Frying lingers for hours. If I breath that in, I have an allergy attack. Gasping for air is upsetting for me and everyone else.
The first time I realized it wasn't only a matter of not eating gluten, but also not breathing it in, was when my mother made chicken cutlets. I joined the family a few hours after she had fried. It wasn't pretty.
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