No, I Won't Be Eating Your Pizza

On a recent family vacation we drove through the northern Wisconsin town of Ashland.

While there we found ourselves starving, so we looked up possible gluten free restaurants and chose a promising pizza place.

My husband went in to grab the pizza, and came out with a steaming hot box that smelled heavenly.

"I hate to break it to you," he said, "but you probably don't want to eat any of this."

"WHY?!" I asked (whiny, I know, but I'm breastfeeding and turn into a hungry, hungry hippo pretty darn quick these days...).

"Well," he said, making a face, "I asked the woman behind the counter if they did anything to prevent cross-contamination, and she said that they don't need to worry about that because their oven is very very hot and it burns off all the gluten."

*facepalm*

Oh my.

So just a word of warning - tread carefully if you ever want a truly gluten free experience at Frankie's Pizza.

I didn't try it. I didn't dare.