I've said this before: with the non-allergic demanding crowd, I'm pretty sure the issue is control. So much of your life is spiraling out of control that if you can control your diet, at least you can control *something*.
We are pretty specific in our dietary questions at booking: "Do you have any food allergies or restrictions that we should know about?" No mention of "preferences." We're talking diabetes and peanut anaphylaxis here.
Notwithstanding that, somehow, we got on the radar of young families from the Jewish Community Center in Denver. The savvy ones who have visited us before say, "Let's stick with dairy." The newbies proclaim that they are vegetarian.
"Lacto-ovo?" you ask, just to tease them.
"Huh?"
"Can you eat eggs in addition to dairy?"
"Eggs are dairy, aren't they?"
You shake your head and reflect on the irony of two old, crusty, liberal Episcopalians schooling young Jewish couples just getting back into their religion on their dietary regimen.
Last winter, just before the end of ski season, we had a delightful Jewish couple who had been guests several times before book half our rooms, and they and their friends and relatives descended on the Lodge with a menagerie of children.
Saturday evening, they even celebrated the Sabbath in the dining room. Egotist that I am, I was sure that I could have made better Hala bread than that dry stuff they brought up from a kosher bakery in Denver, but I kept my mouth shut.
We had one gentile couple in the Lodge that weekend, so Sunday morning we fried up some bacon to provide extra protein to the dairy breakfast we provided.
Well! One of the daughter's mother, visiting from New Jersey, made a bee-line for the bacon. Julie and I were horrified. We caucused in the kitchen: "Maybe she thinks it's turkey?!" We were replaying the horror of the time before we owned a B&B but were taking in students at our house near to a University, that Julie fed a Muslim living with us chicken smothered in (pork) green chile. But that's another story.
Her daughter told us her mom figured that none of her friends in NJ would know if she'd eaten pork, and it turns out she had a passion for bacon.
Case closed.
We've had non-gluten adventures, too. But I'll save that for another post.....