I went to the big gf eat-a-thon. I ate too much. They had signs outside the building that said "Eat everything." I'm afraid I took it a bit too literally. Ugh.
At any rate, it was cool to be able to have a bunch of treats and try or get samples of snacks that are too expensive to take a chance on in the stores. I came home with two loaves of Rudi's bread (yes, their is both Udi's AND Rudi's gf breads), three little packs of Carolina brown rice (okay, I didn't really need free samples of the same kind of rice currently in my pantry, but what the heck), loads of add-hot-water rice noodle things, many samples of granolas and granola bars, some cookies and chips, and some fun swag: bag clippy-deals, magnitized note pads, a pen in the shape of a pretzel, and other must-haves. I also came away with a collection of menus from restaurants in the area that make a point of having gluten-free options. One of my goals was to make sure I got my $50 worth.
My dream of having everyone there already get the gf thing was dashed, however. I sat at a table with two people who had no clue about celiac and I spent the better part of 20 minutes trying to explain it to them. They were there because they know someone who works for the non-profit that runs the event. There was a lot that was not okay about the whole conversation, but I found I didn't really mind doing the educating. I just thought I wouldn't have to.