So I biked over to the nearest Target store and went to Starbucks on St. Patrick’s Day. I had, as I always have, a tall Pike Place and then I add lots of half and half, yum, my favorite. This store is nearby the small lake that I used to bike around when I lived in this area before. It was so cold out and after dark much colder biking home. I had a nice time there. Some of the songs were sort of Irish style, but most of them were not. Most of the songs were stuff I like to listen to while there.
I can’t have any of the drinks that most people go there for, because Starbucks will not disclose if any of their drinks are gluten free or have gluten, so no expensive Starbucks coffee drinks for me. While I understand why a company would not do so, it is not so nice when you are left guessing. Ultimately the right choice is not to trust anything you are not sure is gluten free. After eating gluten once this month and once last month, on purpose, I am sure I can’t eat it and shouldn’t eat it and am gluten intolerant, as I have believed for almost four years; due to my identical and serious reactions both times. And even if I am not gluten intolerant the serious reactions lead me to believe I can’t eat gluten, not now and perhaps not ever. Oddly I am okay with that.
Here is a picture I took just after sitting my stuff down at my favorite table by the window. 🙂 That’s my new bike out the window.
My pink converse tennis shoes, now scruffy, make a second appearance on my blog:
And finally the irresistible red Target ball that induces so many children of a certain age to attempt to climb it: