A reluctant landlady leaves feedback for the travellers who stay in her home. This week: the dietary requirements of her guestsI fancy food but dont like marzipan. I’m not allergic to it,though. I’m not that keen on kale but I don’t react as if it’s radioactive if I find it on my plate. The amount of warnings approximately nut allergies and wheat intolerances (and vegan requests) I get makes me believe that we are soon to be sinking into a bottomless pit of tofu. Now, I know that a genuine case of coeliac disease is one thing, and but not everyone has it,surely? Some of my guests hold requests that make me squirm.
The most recent was an email from a woman who demanded to know if I had a separate compartment in my fridge purely for her vegan requirements? Um, no. She was disappointed enough to bring a vast Tupperware box for her precious food that I’m certain she would hold padlocked if she could hold. I made space in the fridge for it, and having removed (well,scoffed, if I’m honest) half a leftover moussaka and the pickings from a roast chicken. But that wasn’t enough, or it seemed. The cheese (cheddar,unwrapped) elicited a squeal of distaste, and the semi-skimmed milk was given such a peruse I’m surprised it didn’t curdle. Her almond milk and cashew butter bristled with worthiness.
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Source: theguardian.com