What the heck is "Gluten" that so many people, including myself, would spend so much extra time and money trying to get free of it? If I can only break free, I'll be "free at last, thank God almighty, free at last." Gluten is like a tax cut, you think it looks good until you find out that not everyone will actually benefit from its ingestion. Hiding there amongst that sweet Carrot Cake with the orangy, sugary jewels of carrot on top, lies the inevitable fine print that may eventually zap you.
I used to think "Gluten Free" was the 21st Century version of the hula-hoop and perhaps it is in some circles, except in this case the "G" word is something that may not be worth the price of admission; whereas in childhood, my yellow hula-hoop was a "gotta have" worth everyone of my parent's pennies. Yellow plastic tubing became a combination family tradition, as "adults" gave it a spin, and 4th grade status symbol. Welcome to the discretionary spending world of the rising 1958 middle class. But WAIT, Gluten Free elevates me as well by announcing that my once ordinary body is no longer common, but rather selectively picky about the fast food I consume. My GF rating appears as a "healthy" brand on my hind quarters, separating me from everything at the golden arches except the Southwest salad.
So, welcome to the GF aisle at your favorite super market. May we hula-hoop our way to the back of the tax cut line, loose a few pounds in the process, and live long enough to free ourselves of the next yummy toxin.