We have all kinds of food nuts. I first was made aware of the gluten free fad when jail inmates started claiming they needed gluten free diets–their goal was a better menu. More fish, less baloney. Ain’t gonna happen.
My grandma was lactose intolerant, and as a physician I am aware of celiac disease, which is about gluten digestion and bowel problems from gluten intolerance, but then there are the anxious and the obsessive/compulsives that just have to fuss about food.
They would fuss less if they had something to do with their time and extra energy.
As for me, I am busy and I like barbeeque (Texas and KC, not NC) and beer and I don’t like people who ask for special treatment at restaurants and treat eating like some kind of complicated mystical adventure that will promote wonderfulness and avoid poisoning from evil spirits.
Get a life. If you don’t have celiac disease eat some wheat stuff, balanced diet. Move on, do something besides obsessing about what goes in the pie hole.
Mostly ignore the food fetishists, all the preachers who have special food to promote, and for sure avoid the Chiros and the health food stores–then you’ll have more time to do useful things, like adopt the Mediterranean diet, another silly obsession.
I do like to eat Italian though. And Cajun. And German. And Mexican. And Redneck. And even French when I can get someone else to pay.
I am the oldest of a family of ten kids–I know how important it is to be cooperative and acquisitive at the dinner table. Eat what’s in front of you is a good rule.
Now helicopter moms fix multiple meals for kid fetishists. Stupid. My father was a physician raised a poor farmer’s son who knew a little about depression hard times, and he had a good plan for eliminating food fetishes–eat this or don’t eat.