A week with cousins is always interesting. Cousins' spouses are interesting, too, but Shar's hubby Skip might take the cake. He (and she, reluctantly, I am certain) are on a gluten-and-dairy-free diet after a biofeedback specialist more or less bastardized the Blood Type Diet and recommended an offshoot of it to them to get rid of some health complaints. Fair enough. I know this stuff to work to a limited extent from my own experience.
My beef is ol' Skippy's constant haranguing on the subject. At any meal he'd have to get on the soapbox about it, making a big deal of what they "can't eat." If someone else bought food or planned to cook a meal, he'd loudly and rudely ask if we'd got something for them as they "can't eat any of that." Yi! My Miss Manners alert was on level red daily, if not hourly. Never mind that the forbidden alcohol was consumed by Sir Skippy in the form of two Scotch on the rocks daily!! Guess it matters what it is, eh?
The thing is, if you're subject to a special diet, voluntarily or otherwise, have some manners about it. It's no-one's issue but your own, unless you're a child. Quietly avoid partaking of the things not on your diet and certainly don't make an issue of it. Get your own groceries, dammit!
