Our plane touched down at about 11 a.m. yesterday in Seattle. By 12:30, we were pulling up to our first stop: The Flying Apron Bakery. In this major trip where we decide whether or not to plan to move to Seattle or Vancouver in a year, the particular detail that has excited me the most about our visit is that we would get to eat at The Flying Apron.
You see, I can’t eat gluten, soy, eggs, or cow dairy. And The Flying Apron is an entirely gluten-free, vegan bakery/restaurant that doesn’t use soy except maybe in an occasional special. That means I can walk into the bakery and pick out anything–anything I want! I’m used to being able to find one food–two of the most–at a limited number of restaurants, and normal bakeries are, quite frankly, entirely off-limits. Even most gluten-free bakeries either rely heavily on eggs or on soy. So something that I used to take for granted–wide-open food options–is now a struggle when I eat out. Don’t get me wrong: I don’t regret the changes I’ve made. I feel much, much better than I have in a long time, and I know that I’m doing what’s right for my body. But there is something about being able to walk into a bakery and be able to order, confidently, anything I want off a menu. It’s an experience I’ve missed.
Honestly, by the time we got to the cashier, when I tried to tell him how much it meant to me, I got a little bit choked up. Again today, it makes me a bit teary. Look at some of the options that greeted me:
Every item had its ingredient listed posted next to it, and every item was free of my intolerances and allergies. (I really can’t get over it.)
Despite the fact that we’d had an East Coast lunch of PecanB&J on millet bread on the plane, we decided to do a second lunch at The Flying Apron.
I had a calzone–the first calzone I’ve had in many, many years. I quit eating cheesy, greasy, doughy calzones because–guess what?–they made me sick. I assumed it was the grease, and I’m sure that didn’t help, but of course now I know I was literally harming myself with the gluten and cheese. At The Flying Apron, I ate my delicious, hearty winter vegetable calzone with relish. I wouldn’t even stop eating for a photo.
For dessert–oh, the decision was so hard! But my husband pointed out we’d be back, every day we are here if I wanted–I had a cardamom chai cupcake with a cup of rice milk hot chocolate. The texture of the cupcake was slightly dry, but the taste was awesome, and the icing was richly flavored and fluffy. The hot chocolate was as yummy as hot chocolate made with some kind of milk always is. (Hazelnut milk is my favorite way to make it.)
When we planned our trip, I thought I would absolutely gorge myself on my first trip to The Flying Apron. It was interesting and quite pleasant to discover that my healthy habits are really ingrained in me, because I knew better–both cerebrally and emotionally–than to overeat. With a few bites of cupcake left, I felt the meal begin to hit my stomach, which meant that if I stopped eating then, I would be pleasantly full. I ate one more bite but realized I truly didn’t want to ruin my lovely lunch by being disgustingly stuffed afterwards. I pushed the hot chocolate away and gave the rest of my cupcake to my husband, who happily ate it along with most of his cinnamon bun.
Afterward, we checked in at our bed & breakfast, and I took a glorious, full-on-bread nap for a couple of hours. I think I know where we’ll be eating lunch again today. . . . For now, we’re going to eat breakfast (our innkeepers are making me a special one–more on that later), and we’re going to hit Pike Place Market and Discovery Park.