#gluten free companies

[whatsupbomb]

‼️Another certified gluten free logo mostly used in Russian speaking countries. It's called "Перечеркнутый колос" (crossed ear‼️

Their website: перечеркнутыйколос.рф

Gluten free certified products:

Russian gluten free products: перечеркнутыйколос.рф/russian-company

Foreign gluten free products: aoecs.org/working-with-food/licensed-products/

Hey, yall with celiacs!

The FDA has allowed companies to not label things with gluten allergens. This means that, once again, the gluten free label can deceptive, and we need to start reading through all of the ingredients again (unless it has the verified label from GFCO). I'm not entirely sure how far this goes, but if looking for treats, do Not believe: cadbury cream eggs, newman o's. They are not gluten free. Stay safe!

Here is an example of the GFCO logo, they verify that advertised gluten free foods actually are:

Either of these logos means that a food has been verified by a third party company that is not the FDA (who has proven we cant trust them). I'm not sure about other verification companies, but I trust this one because they certify gluten free within celiac sensitivity standards. If you know of any other companies, feel free to add!

Once again, stay safe!

Non-celiac people are encouraged to reblog this.

[auraeseer]

The 3% higher alcohol content, can only make this beverage better by . . . 3%.

[signutai]

I hate, hate, hate how hard it is to find gluten-free baked goods that aren’t like, “Oh, you’re on this fad diet, right? So you must also be on a vegan/keto/paleo diet as well!” Like, no, I have a medical condition and I want a pastry that just has different flour used, not “no gluten but also no dairy or eggs or sugar or grains”. Please.

[b-blushes]

LOVE to feel excited for tomorrow! i'm gonna eat PIZZA! >:)

[anarchypumpkincowboy]

“Gluten free ramen!” Checks the ingredients where Wheat is literally the second ingredient listed

“I don’t think that word means what you think it means”

[brewscoop]

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[lastoneout]

In n Out tastes like if McDonalds was trying to pass as a Culvers and I'm not apologizing for that take.

Being hungry for in n our reminded me that my friends outside cali that have had it thjnk its mid let me make a tumblr poll hold on

DO NOT VOTE IF YOUVE NEVER HAD IT IM NOT GIVING YOU GUYS A RESULTS BUTTON IT COMPLETELY SKEWS EVERYRHING

[hang-on-lil-tomato]

we live in a stupid timeline…

[handheldcatering]

As a Bay Area catering company, we have long experience creating menus that cater to all the different dietary preferences and needs of guests, including adding vegan, GF and vegetarian dishes.

[oldfashionedbattlehymn]

And then he proceeded to storm into the kitchen and demand they make a gluten free, dairy free tomatoless pizza

They prolly just gave the kid some ice cubes hahahhh

(FRIKIN- CHECK OUT THIS AMAZING DUB)

ANYWAY, Imagine half of your entire personality was made to love pizza and you meet who can’t even touch it smh

I am fully aware there are gluten/dairy/tomato free options for pizza, most of which I have tried, some of which I have liked-

BUT, In my mind, fazbear entertainment wouldn’t really care enough to have an anything free version and would never have programmed Freddy to even know about other options-

Fazbear entertainment is a horrible company in my imagination haaaah :)

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I…Just have to edit this and thank everyone for all the reblogging and likes ;-; truly every single one of your comments/reblog tags never fail to make my day. The fact that so many of you like it enough to share it is mind blowing to me waaa

Thank you for showing some much love to my silly little comic imma cryyyy ❤️❤️❤️❤️

[auraeseer]

Someone with IBS used the Caldera cauldron . . .

[bisexualbaker]

Wow. Holy fucking shit, that company!

I wish I could teleport some actual gluten free bread and other goodies over to you, OP. That sounds like a wholly miserable situation.

Mad right now.

In a fit of desperate longing for bread a few weeks back I consumed part of delicious loaves of stuffed bread. Like one was stuffed with Bavarian cream and drizzled with chocolate. The other was stuffed with 4 different cheeses and herbs. I figured surely it’s worth it.

It was not. The concrete it turned my digestive tract into was horrible and only finally do I maybe have it out of my system after weeks of pain.

So I went to the store today for gluten free bread, as I was out, because I wanted a sandwich. I got a loaf that sounded good, all ingredients I wanted, and made a roast beef and Swiss sandwich with mayo and spicy mustard. It was amazing and I was surprised it was gluten free. I decided to grab another piece, and then I saw the word “wheat.”

The loaf was labeled flourless, but the first ingredient was sprouted wheat. So not actually gluten free at all.

I almost started crying because I’ll get weeks of pain for this mistake. And I don’t have any gluten free bread for sandwiches on top of that.

I fucking hate this. I want a shot that will make it possible to eat bread.

[featherandferns]

Nobody understood the relationship you and JJ shared. Most days, it baffled the two of you. Chalk and cheese: oil and water. The two of you couldn’t be more different, walking on opposite sides of the road, thinking on different planes of existence, and yet, here you were. Tangled together, tethered to one another like a dingy attached to a harbour in the centre of the sea. And when the winds blew and the rain came and the thunder roared and the waves rioted, the two of you would keep each other together, lost but united in company. There you’d be, with your tarot cards to grasp for meaning and faith, crystals charged in sunlight and weighing down your pockets, star signs inscribed in your mind to guide your judgements of others. Tea in a mug - smoky and fruity - and avocado-smoked salmon, gluten free bagel on plate. There he’d be, with his herbal refreshment to keep him level headed, loose change collected from any and all corners of the earth, littering his pockets, scepticism shining in his thoughts to guide him away from others. Because to JJ, if you don’t let anyone in, then they can’t slip out. But you didn’t need to be let in. No, you just appeared. You were just there. Side by side: a messy, bizarre relationship that wasn’t quite lovers but certainly not friends, without any need for it to be clearer than that. Sometimes ‘I love you’ can sound so trivial - so diminutive - for something so ethereal. Something so layered and complicated. You can’t define art: all you know is the beauty, and that’s all you need to know. All JJ knew was he needed you there. Needed your irritating optimism. Needed your superstitions. Needed your horoscopes. Needed your giggles and glitter and grins. He wanted to slather you with superglue and slot you against him, stick you by his side. Maybe that was the only way to feel whole. And maybe he’d be embarrassed by the thought if it weren’t for the fact that you felt the same. Needed his childish humor. Needed his shameless libido. Needed his chuckles and cannabis and company. So whilst nobody understood the relationship you and JJ shared, they didn’t need to. All that mattered was that somehow, someway, it worked.

[writing-for-life]

Dream’s Therapist Love: Nada

I flick through my session notes (Intake | Insomnia | Nightmares | Emotions | Parents | Siblings) to prepare for today’s session and notice my apprehension and discomfort.

Apprehension because I decided to broach the topic of romantic relationships today, which the client seems to believe are not for him, as previously discussed.

Discomfort because I recall our last session and have a distinct feeling that the client is trying to catch me off guard somehow. He also seems to be convinced he can read my mind, which is obviously delusional.

However, he was very close on each attempt, suggesting high competence in judging emotions and intentions, which I do not see otherwise reflected in his behaviour and outlook.

All things considered, I will need to reassess after today’s session and consider supervision.

I am surprised the client is exactly on time today, and my receptionist leads him in on the dot, throwing me a likewise befuddled glance.

DT: Oh, you are on time today.

Dream (I notice snark): I am never late, am I?

DT: No, but you are usually early.

Dream: I could not fathom what to read today, so I just did not feel like… sitting around.

DT (I feel slightly confused): You come here early so you can read?

Dream: (I notice a sort of hum.)

DT: I won’t hold you back of course. Do you enjoy reading at home?

Dream (He does not reply and throws three books on my desk before he does the same to his backside and the chair. I take a glance and recognise Salinger’s Catcher in the Rye. The other two are both by Kazuo Ishiguro: The Remains of the Day and Never Let Me Go.)

DT (I take note of the general theme of these novels and wonder if I should really look deeper into his relationships, especially of a romantic kind, today. These book choices do not seem arbitrary to me. Then again, I probably shouldn’t start reading into things): These are interesting choices. Would you like to expand on why you relate to them?

Dream: Reading them does not imply relating.

DT: Don’t we read because we wish to relate? Find ourselves in characters? Understand ourselves better? Escape?

Dream (I notice the distinct stare of someone who looks at a woman with two heads): I read stories. Weave them. I am not in them.

DT: That’s not what I said though, is it? (I notice a scowl. ) But let’s entertain that thought for a moment—you could be in a story. Somewhere. In someone’s mind.

Dream (I notice an exasperated-sounding puff of air exiting his nose. He stays otherwise silent.)

DT: You told me in your first session that you struggle to commit to romantic relationships. Can you tell me why?

Dream (I was not entirely prepared for that kind of hostile glare): I do not struggle to commit.

DT: But you said…

Dream: …that I have commitment issues and that love is a quaint human invention like…

DT: … gluten-free pizza or reality TV.

Dream (His mouth hangs open for a split second. When he closes it, he simultaneously narrows his eyes): You finished my sentence.

DT: As you did mine.

Dream: Point taken.

DT: You might recall you told me you can read minds?

Dream (I notice something resembling a half-smile): Ah, but I doubt you can.

DT: No, but I am not too bad at remembering. And educated guessing.

Dream (I notice a slight sigh): Did you really think I was serious when I said love is a quaint human invention resembling… (he gestures aimlessly) tasteless food products?

DT: No. I thought it was a defence mechanism to cover up past hurt (I brace myself for the fallout.)

Dream (What I wasn’t prepared for is that his voice seems to drop half an octave and sounds like… melancholy. There is no other word for it): The truth is that I find myself troubled by… matters of the heart. Love, it seems, eludes me.

DT: Love is complicated for most people, so you’re in good company (I note a certain amount of disbelief in his expression). I am not going to force you to talk about something you don’t want to talk about, but I do think it would help to tell me about your past relationships.

Dream (He stares at my paperweight. Which makes me think that one day, I will need to ask him what’s so special about it, or what it reminds him of. But now is not that time): There was Nada, obviously. (He stops himself and looks at me through his lashes)

DT: Obviously.

Dream: I condemned her to Hell for ten thousand years because she rejected me.

DT (It’s always so hard to tell if he is in the grip of his delusion, or if he is using strange metaphors to make a point. I hesitate for a moment and then decide to give him the benefit of the doubt): That sounds... intense. How did that make you feel?

Dream (I notice his foot is tapping): How did what make me feel?

DT: The rejection.

Dream (I notice his brow is tied up in knots): You are more worried about the rejection than my condemning her to Hell?

DT: I’m not worried about anything. Just more interested in one thing than the other.

Dream: For science? (Is he actually… smiling?)

DT: For science (He is). And to support you in understanding patterns we might unearth, which in turn might help you to understand yourself (The smile disappears and is replaced with 12 minutes of silence while staring out of my window).

Dream: It made me feel… angry. Hurt. Misunderstood (He finally looks at me). Wounded with no way to stop the bleeding.

DT: And did hanging on to that anger and hurt for a long time…

Dream: Ten thousand years.

DT: …and sending her to proverbial Hell…

Dream: Not proverbial.

DT (I’m doing my best to ignore his attempts at throwing me off) …stop the wound from bleeding?

Dream: I guess not.

DT: You guess?

Dream (I notice the eye-roll): Fine. I know it did not.

DT: What did then?

Dream: I do not think it ever will… stop bleeding. I have since freed her, but the guilt remains.

DT: So you feel guilty? About what?

Dream (He sighs, but it sounds angry): Are you truly listening? I feel guilt about sending her to Hell.

DT: I am listening. You made someone’s life hell because they rejected you. It happens.

Dream: But not like this! I… never mind.

DT: I do mind.

Dream: We are talking at cross purposes.

DT: Then explain it to me in a way I can understand. Or tell me if you don’t understand what I’m asking, because that’s on me.

Dream: I am trying, but…

DT (I throw a pencil at him, and he catches it. Good reflexes.) You’re lucky it wasn’t the paperweight you tried to lift the last time.

Dream: Fine. I will explain. (He lowers his voice and looks at the pencil) Lest you continue to impress me with your psychological paperweight-pencil warfare.

DT: Not likely (I will need to get him back on track). Nada. Rejection. Hell.

Dream (He looks at me as if he is gauging something. I have no idea what): When I said I condemned Nada to Hell, I truly meant it. She pursued me. Then she rejected me. Then she did not. For a brief moment (I notice his eyes glazing over, and he seems lost. My instincts tell me he will shake his head like a wet cat in a moment, and he does not disappoint). And after her people died, she killed herself (Shit. I am beginning to think his delusions might have been brought on by trauma, rather than having genetic or biological causes. I scribble “CAPS-5” into my notes)…

DT (I am waiting since I am under the impression he isn’t done. After four minutes, I decide that I was probably wrong. Or maybe not. You sometimes cannot tell with him): I am really sorry for your loss. Do you wish to expand on how losing her made you feel?

Dream: No.

DT (Of course he doesn’t. I also think something isn’t quite adding up): How did you free her? (He just stares at me) You said she died, but you also said you have freed her.

Dream (He stops staring and looks at his hands instead): These things are not mutually exclusive.

DT: Can you elaborate?

Dream (I notice he zones in on the paperweight again): Do you believe in an afterlife?

DT: Does it matter what I believe?

Dream: Yes and no.

DT: Why yes?

Dream: Because your beliefs shape your understanding of the world, and your understanding of the world shapes your beliefs.

DT (Oh, we’re going meta): And why no?

Dream: Because your beliefs are inconsequential to me.

DT: But you are part of this world, aren’t you?

Dream (His eyes look wet. He doesn’t speak.)

DT (Let’s do this, then): No, I don’t believe in an afterlife.

Dream: You just took a risk.

DT: Which is?

Dream: Alienating me.

DT: Did I?

Dream: No. But you might not believe me when I say that I went to Hell to set her free after leaving her there for aeons, or that… (He stops himself.)

DT: I believe that’s what you believe, and I also believe that you both went through hell.

Dream (I notice a weak smile. The extremely weary kind, and it worries me): Isn’t it strange you speak in metaphors while I, for once, do not? (He pauses. For less than a minute). I trust our time is up?

DT (I feared he would say this): Not yet. If you would like to…

Dream: Very well, I shall leave then. (He gets up and takes his books off my desk.)

DT (I have a weird feeling about this and get up from my chair, too): I suggest you schedule a session for tomorrow.

Dream: I do not think that will be necessary.

DT: Then briefly check in tomorrow via phone.

Dream (He narrows his eyes): You are worried about me.

DT: I have protocols in place...

Dream (Strangely, that seems to make him smile): And of course these protocols need to be followed. I understand. About rules.

DT: Then you…

Dream (He interrupts, but he is rather soft spoken): You need not worry about my safety. (The pause feels too long once more) But I thank you. Truly. (The next one seems even longer) I shall see you tomorrow.

DT (I feel relieved but a little nagging voice at the back of my head says I cannot rely on his word alone)

Dream: You can (Is he mind-reading again?) And you should know by now I do not have a tendency to go back on my word.

DT: May I still encourage you to take this? (I hand him my out-of-hours number because I am 100% certain he would not call a crisis hotline.)

Dream (He takes it reluctantly and dips his chin): Is this also… protocol?

DT: In certain cases.

Dream: I will not require to make use of it… If this reassures you.

DT: I’d rather you take it anyway.

Dream (He stares at the card for what seems like ages and doesn’t look at me when he says): Will you… use ink to write down tomorrow’s appointment?

DT: Would you like me to?

Dream (He just nods)…

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[kuvvydraws]

My dog needs surgery

So this gentleman ↓

Has a 1cm sized calculus in his bladder, and this year he's already had two episodes (February, then today again) where it shifted and hurt him, and it leaves him crying and shivering and in great amounts of pain.

We were told it was not going to get better.

After another ultrasound, the vet has determined it's best he goes through surgery to remove it, now that he's relatively young and healthy, rather than later on.

The issue is, the whole thing costs, with pre-op and analysis and everything, around 600€.

Edit 1: someone asked if the vet suggested we give him a special brand of dry food to help his body dissolve the urea crystals, since Dalmatians lack the enzyme that processes them. Indeed they told us, but we cannot give it to him because Tempus is allergic to gluten, and the only company that makes that kind of dry food in Spain doesn't have a gluten free version, unfortunately.

Edit 2 (14MAY24): Today we visited the vet again for pre-op and so far the surgery is a go! 03JUN24 is the date!

I've set a goal in my KOFI page for anyone who wants to help me a little - I would be incredibly grateful, I assure you.

Likewise, here's the link to my COMMISSION'S page, also through Kofi, because anything could help at this point and you might as well get a drawing out of it ♥️

Reblogs would be amazing 🙏

Thanks a lot!