I do not Eat Out. Ever , if I can help it.

The reason is that I have celiac disease, which means that restaurants are always trying to poison me.

'Oh, sure, that salad's gluten-free. Besides, we have an epi-pen.' Trying to explain that a crouton is made of wheat , therefore toxic, and that the result of eating will not be anaphylactic shock (I should be so lucky, that's quicker) but at least three days of pain, insanity (yeah, yeah, how could you tell?), and gastro-intestinal distress, is not something you want to undertake at a dining table. The particulars are unpleasant. So you content yourself with being labelled 'stubborn', and poke around at a plate of raw vegetables without benefit of sauce, while everyone else enjoys themselves. Bah.

So I Eat In. Eating In is less fun, but has the advantage of offering a