By Harry.
Location: Nelson, New Zealand.
I’ve stopped eating gluten for about seven years now. People always asked me do you miss eating gluten? The answer is, not really. To be honest I’ve become accustomed to eating everything else. The trick is that you can’t dwell on what you can’t eat. I rarely do. But every once and a while I’m a little jealous. I experienced this feeling when I got to The House of Brown Sugar .
We arrived at 8am sharp, the opening time. Bruce, Papa Yuan, and I had to catch a ferry, so I figured it would be a quick in and out. Walking from the parking lot I could smell the muffins. This smell took me back to when I was a child. I remember sticking my head out the window to smell the sweet smells of the local muffin shop. This smell of nostalgia drew me into the House of Brown Sugar.
“I’ll have an Americano please, I mean long black.” “Anything else?” “Do you have anything gluten free?” I was hopeful, wishful, and praying that they had a gluten free muffin for me. “Not yet, but we will in a couple of hours.” I sighed in disappointment. I tried to persuade my father or Bruce to eat a muffin, but I’d stuffed them with eggs and bacon earlier.
Bruce took a sample, and I stared with envy. “I can have one bite without it affecting me. I thought to myself. “No stay strong!” My mouth salivated my nostrils flared wanting a little muffin. I stared with envy as others ate their muffins. For now I could only imagine what it tasted like. It’s a long way from SF, but next time I’m in NZ, I’m making it to The House of Brown Sugar and having a gluten free muffin.
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