Blue WKD, concussed Brits and Bob Marley lighters are all things I associate with Mallorca. Yes, I’m talking about Magaluf – the stag-and-hen-stuffed resort never not in the Star or Sun with 50 snaps of sunburnt Brits fighting/peeing/sexing (or, quite often, all three) on “the Strip”. But then I discovered…
As much as I grow giddy with excitement whenever a new restaurant chain bags itself a Coeliac UK accreditation, I bloody love finding a new independent gluten-free bakery or eatery. Today I got very lucky when looking for gluten-free in Durham. The Lily Tree Bakery had…
I’ve been known to walk three miles for a gluten-free croissant, in 28-degree heat, only to reach my destination and find out it’s closed. Then walk the three miles back, frothing with hanger and mild sunstroke. That’s the problem when you stay somewhere that’s not close…
Italy isn’t the first place you think of when it comes to gluten-free dining. Avalanches of flour, chefs tossing sticky dough and bowls of wheat-laden spaghetti whizzing by your head: a trattoria kitchen is to gluten-dodgers what Snake Island is to Brazil. But I’ve visited…
Before flying to Sorrento, I have to admit I was a teeny bit nervous. Unlike Italy’s capital, there wasn’t realms of ‘gluten-free Sorrento’ resources to plan out my food itinerary. And as much as I’m a bit of a free spirit, when it comes to…
The first thing I noticed about Sorrento was the lemons. Lemon biscuits, lemon soap, lemons embroidered into tea-towels, boozy lemony liqueurs. Lemons, lemons, lemons. Just as James Joyce once said a good puzzle would be to cross Dublin without passing a pub, the same could…
Inequality may still be rife on the court, with Andy Murray speaking out over sexism today. But while the ratio of men to women playing matches remains, shockingly, two-to-one, things have been more positive for the gluten free community this year. For coeliacs, the news is probably…
Seville is probably the most clued-up gluten-free city in Spain. I visited the sun-drenched capital of Andalusia for the night and have yet to have a restaurant experience quite like the one I had here. I’m namely talking about Al Solito Posto – a…
Travelling with coeliac disease is never easy. Planning what you’re going to eat at home is enough to make you throw a toddler tantrum in Asda some days, so when you’re in a different country – with different shops, restaurants, AND a language barrier –…