Diary of a celiac

A foodie discovers she's allergic to gluten - and it's hidden in french fries, ice cream, and other unlikely places

By Louisa Kasdon

Globe Correspondent / April 23, 2008

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I was always the one with the cast-iron stomach. I could eat everything, travel everywhere, and sample it all. I might pass on the sauteed sheep's eyeballs in Marrakech, or the mystery meat stew offered to me in a village in southwestern Mali, but that was just squeamishness. Every once in a while, I'd pick up a bug, a little ... (Full article: 1082 words)