Stumbled on Gluten Free Antarctica on Idle Words this morning. Best thing I’ve read all week. I was going to add it to Longreads, but it doesn’t quite fit as a story pick. (But I don’t know, maybe it does?) Can’t decide what to excerpt, but here’s a snippet. You just have to read the whole thing.
The accusation hangs in the air, unanswerable, and Mary starts to cry. These are angry tears, tears that demand gluten-free justice. The single piece of corn toast she has been allotted for breakfast lies mute on her plate, an affront to God and man.
Rodney convenes a summit in the ship’s auditorium to address the gluten crisis. Only passengers with dietary restrictions are invited. The rest of us must huddle around the open hatch one deck above, straining to hear. We are deep in the Ross Sea, five hundred miles from the nearest human being, and this is the most exciting thing that has happened on the ship in weeks.
There are tears of laughter on the bridge when I tell the Russian crew about the Great Antarctic Glutiny.
“You mean if this woman eats bread, she will die?“
“Not really. She just gets sick.“
“Yuri, come here! You have to hear this. If she eats bread, the woman will die.”
“She won’t die. Gluten causes digestive problems for some people. But it’s also become a sort of health fad.”
“What is ‘gluten’? Is that even a Russian word?”