I absolutely hate this. A friend has two friends to stay and one of them is a whizz vegetarian cook. They want me to visit over the weekend....wine of course, and lovely veggie dinner.
My friend already does know that I have to be careful about what I eat and why. But what I eat, and can happily eat, just doesn't fit into this kind of scenario! (like what??....boiled eggs and steamed veggies with salt only? Lettuce? Peeled potatoes, or if I'm lucky unseasoned brown rice? Ciabatta toast?)
I daren't drink wine. That's easy. I marinate pieces of ginger and cinnamon in vodka, and a small amount of that suits me fine, plus some spring water. I take my own drink with me!
But it is so awful and awkward to let everyone know that I can't eat this, and I can't eat that....and precisely why. I daren't have garlic, onions, spices, beans, jalapenos, celery, tomatoes....etc etc....and umpteen things that go into a good veggie recipe!
Leave me at home with fish fingers, or boiled eggs, peeled potatoes or brown rice, and some plain steamed veggies, and I don't feel too bad right now!
So my option is to visit in the afternoon, and go away home when dinner time approaches. And that looks as if I either: don't trust the (excellent) cook, or am a real fussy diva.
Oh I hate these kinds of things. I hate having to explain myself, and even the smallest explanation results in people having wonderful "cures" to suggest....such as liquid magnesium, which is the last thing on the planet that would help my IBS-D.
Then the conversation focuses on ME and my digestion, and I can't get away from the awkward spotlight, even though they are such kind people.
Plus I know, the mouth watering smells will make me so sad that I have to make excuses to run home, just when they are getting a meal ready.
I really wish food didn't have to be involved.
Sad, because 2 years ago I would have loved this, and eaten anything put on my plate.