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On Gluten

Bread has always been a staple for me. We owned a bread machine in my house when I was growing up, so there was usually a loaf of bread somewhere around. It also played a prominent role in the infamous "mandatory" breakfast, so it's a part of the Mild Fiancée and I's lore, too.

The Mild Fiancée likes to bake, as well, so we tend to have flour and eggs lying around the house. I help out where I can (I eat the bread, too, after all), but I'm by no means an expert. So, whenever she says that we need a certain ingredient for our bread, I tend to go along with it.

That was the case when she suggested that we needed vital wheat gluten. Now, this is not something that I have ever shopped for before. I didn't really make bread, I certainly didn't make wheat bread, and I don't ever try to add gluten IN to the food. Still, we decided that we needed vital wheat gluten, so we set about to shopping for it.

At one point, we decided to see if Amazon could deliver for us. We figured that it might be easier to find that particular ingredient and get a good selection that way. So, we started browsing and came across one from a brand called Arrowhead.

As we are both wont to do, we decided to check the reviews and the customer questions. Go ahead, click the link and check the first question. I'm telling you, it's worth it. I'll wait.

Yup, someone asked if the gluten was somehow, miraculously gluten-free. That product IS gluten. I'm not sure you find something that can be any less gluten-free. A couple of the responses cracked me up, too ("This bag is like pure poison for us [Celiacs]").

We laughed for a solid five minutes when we saw that. I think we're going to have to buy gluten more often. It's fun stuff.

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