For the past few mornings, I’ve been ignoring the bakeries full of delicious-looking Czech sweets as I walk past. Heck, if I can give up homemade perogies from Hamtramck, I can easily give up something I never had in the first place. (Right?)
Luckily, one of the students at the university knew what I meant when I said “I can’t eat gluten,” and even knew of a place that serves gluten-free baked goodies for the celiacs and gluten-intolerant. Called Bazalka, there’s two locations— one in the city center, one nearer to the river.
And like any person re-discovering that gluten-free stuff is possible, I bought both a breakfast baked goodie as well as gf veggie pizza.
And I learned how to say “gluten-free:” bez lepku. My phrase book lists it as “bez glutenu,” but the flour I bought says bez lepku. (Bez meaning without.) Give me a few days, and I’ll be brave enough to try ordering from a restaurant!