It has to be Christmas. Not just for the twinkly lights, the questionable novelty socks, or the annual “who forgot to defrost the turkey” panic—but because it’s the one time of year where eating like a hobbit (breakfast, second breakfast, elevenses…) is actively encouraged.
As someone who’s coeliac, I’ve learned to turn Christmas into a gluten-free feast of epic proportions. I’ve mastered the art of the safe stuffing, found a cracker brand that won’t destroy my intestines, and even tracked down gluten-free mince pies that don’t taste like damp cardboard.
But beyond the food, it’s the nostalgia, the chaos, and the joy of being surrounded by family (plus a solid excuse to wear pyjamas till noon) that makes it magic. And let’s be honest—there’s something deeply satisfying about turning a food-focused holiday into a delicious triumph of gluten-free planning.
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