Eating Gluten Free in England

Hello and happy Wednesday! I returned yesterday from my fortnight-long excursion across the pond, and I hope you all enjoyed following along with me as much as I loved being there. In case you missed anything so far…

My Pond Hopping Trip

Part 1: First Days in London

Part 2: Hiking and Eating in the Lake District

Part 3: More Lakes Adventures and Fun

Part 4: Workouts and Running Hyde Park

10 Tips For Running in London

 

Tomorrow I’ll be sharing my further thoughts on the trip as a whole, but since this is the day of the week when lots of us like to showcase our eats, I figured I’d take the opportunity to talk about what it was like to eat gluten free in England, both in London and in the countryside.

 

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Pond Hopping Part 2: Hiking and Eating in the English Lake District

Happy Wednesday! I just returned from five days of hiking in the English Lake District with Elli, one of my best friends from college. We walked 85 miles in five days and fueled up with many, many eats that I couldn’t wait to share. I’m going to check in again tomorrow with more thoughts on the experience (and next week with more London adventures) but for now, I hope you enjoy this peek at the journey so far!

 

Coniston

 

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Easy Cheesy Omelet Quesadilla

Hello, friends! As you read this, I am probably on a train en route from the English Lake District back to London to start the second week of my trip across the pond. When I was thinking about recipes to share while I was away, I realized I had never shared one of my most common go-to egg dishes aside from regular omelets and my gluten free waffle sandwich. My easy cheesy Omelet Quesadilla is so easy to make and delicious to eat, I knew it was perfect to pop in.

 

Fun fact – when I was a little kid, I was a voracious reader (I decided to read Ivanhoe at age 8 for some unfathomable reason and was so confused by it). However, I started adopting words in my vocabulary that other kids my age weren’t using, and I didn’t know how they sounded out loud, so I would end up saying them phonetically in front of my parents when I used them in conversation. QUES-A-DILL-A was one of those words. Whenever I make this at home, my dad pointedly asks if that’s what I’m whipping up. But anyway…

 

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