Gluten-free food in Italy: The land of pizza and pasta is remarkably clued up about catering for those with coeliac disease
When Michael Learmonth took his daughter, who suffers from coeliac disease, to Italy, he expected a challenge finding food she could eat. He needn't have worried...
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Your support makes all the difference.Most people, when we said that we were taking a two-week family holiday in Italy, said we must be crazy. Our 11-year-old daughter was diagnosed with coeliac disease at age five, at which point we immediately rid our house and lives of gluten, a protein in wheat, rye and barley – and of course the pasta that seems to be the default offering on children's menus. We became one of "those" families, the ones that we used to call "food freaks," who read all the labels, bring our own food to birthday parties, and rarely eat at restaurants where we can't control practices in the kitchen.
So why of all places would we take our daughter to the land of pizza, pane, focaccia, spaghetti, fusilli, penne and farfalle?
Reason one: my wife has a long-standing love of the country, developed while travelling there after university, which she wanted to share with her tween daughter. Reason two: our daughter is learning about ancient cultures in school, and we thought that this trip – her first out of the country that she'd remember – would be an ideal way to show her the history of Venice, Florence and Rome.
There was actually a third reason to go, although we didn't know it at the time: Italy, it turns out, is one of the best places for people who, for health reasons, must eat gluten-free. The level of awareness among ordinary Italians, not to mention front-line restaurant workers and kitchen staff, was uncanny. At one point we found ourselves having a conversation with our host at a bed and breakfast in Orvieto about the inner workings of the digestive system.
Even better, we weren't once subjected to the kind of eye-rolls that we sometimes get at home, where going gluten-free became a fad diet for all kinds of misguided reasons and is now suffering a backlash as a result. Indeed, our hostess at a pizzeria in Venice was astonished to hear that anyone would adopt a gluten-free diet who didn't have a medical reason.
But since we knew none of this before going, my wife did a lot of research to find half-a-dozen restaurants in each city with gluten-free menus and confirmation in online reviews that coeliacs had had a good experience. Expecting to do a good bit of picnicking and in-room eating, we also packed six boxes of gluten-free crackers on which to layer pecorino and prosciutto.
We didn't need any of it. Our first night in Italy was in Venice, and as we set out along the Strada Nuova to find one of the restaurants that we'd researched, we found something amazing: a great many restaurants had items per celiaci right on the menu. Some were clearly using it as a marketing pitch. We stopped in at Il Ristorante A Beccafico Arte after having a brief conversation with the maitre d' outside.
Our daughter was nervous going into an unfamiliar restaurant – and for good reason. The last time that she inadvertently had gluten, the exposure provoked a violent bout of vomiting. But she needn't have worried. The owner came out, took care of us personally, and assured us he knew what he was doing. His 13-year-old son has coeliac disease, he said. We had versions of that experience throughout our trip. We'd set out to find some pre-determined locale only to discover something else, often better, along the way. One restaurant in Orvieto invited our daughter into the kitchen to show how it created a separate area to prepare their gluten-free menu items.
Gelato, which is naturally gluten-free, was of course on our itinerary. We'd read about the Grom chain of gelaterias and put them on our to-do list in every city we went to. Grom staffers were well-informed about which flavours were gluten-free and took precautions with cross-contamination.
Grom now has two shops in New York and US director Giovanna Zaaruolo said that opening those stores has given her a sense of the knowledge gap on coeliac and gluten between Italy and the US. Italians tend to specify "coeliac", she said, while elsewhere people use the more generic "gluten-free".
"We know it's serious in Italy because of the number of people who ask if it's safe for coeliac," she said. "We have to ask here if you're coeliac or gluten-free, because we have different procedures for celiacs. It's very serious."
The language barrier wasn't an issue for us because Italians understood the nature of celiachia – that it's not an allergy or a fashionable diet – and how to prepare safe food.
Italian children are tested for coeliac as part of normal health screenings before the age of six, we learned. Those with coeliac disease receive a €140 monthly stipend to cover the additional cost of food, as well as extra holiday time.
The Associazione Italiana Celiachia publishes a restaurant guide and provides annual reports for the Italian Parliament.
Gluten-free food is considered medicine for coeliacs so, like painkillers or antibiotic ointment, it's stocked in pharmacies. Labelling is comprehensive; if it passes the European Union's strict standards, it's labelled senza glutine. Grocery stores tend to have sections for gluten-free, as well as extensive gluten-free pasta selections. Barilla in Italy, for example, packages gluten-free pasta with a green label to avoid confusion. For parents of a coeliac kid, it means less chance of facing that dreaded moment when you hear: "I'm hungry" and don't have anything safe to offer. We're decades behind on all this, which also amazed the Italians we spoke to.
"Ha, Italy is winning on something," said our Orvieto innkeeper (days after Italy crashed out of the World Cup). "You always think the US is about the future!"
With gluten-based food so much a part of their culture, Italians are understandably in the lead in dealing with the issue, but the rest of Europe isn't far behind. We met a family from Sweden in one Rome pizzeria who told us that the Swedish government sends gluten-free staples to families of coeliac children for a subsidised €12 a month until they are 18.
The US Food and Drug Administration has just adopted rules on gluten-free labelling. They don't go into effect until next year, but will at least give restaurants and food producers standards to adhere to.
The US response to coeliac is far behind because there is no screening, so no one really knows the true rate of incidence. There is a genetic component to the disease, so most estimates put it around 1 per cent of the population. That's slightly less than the percentage afflicted with peanut allergies, which averages about 1.4 per cent.
Schools and airlines have rightfully taken peanut allergies seriously; peanut allergies vary in severity but anaphylactic shock, a serious reaction, can be fatal. While physical reactions to gluten also vary in coeliacs, the damage can be serious – the body essentially attacks itself and increases the incidence of all kinds of ailments including lymphoma and liver cancer.
Short-term, a gluten reaction for a coeliac is enough to ruin a trip. It took a while, but our daughter began to relax. For two nights in Rome we gravitated to a little family-run place in Trastevere, Ristorante Mama. One night a group of six friends stopped in for dinner. One ordered senza glutine. The friends had apparently picked the place to accommodate the health of one woman in the group. That's when it started to make sense. The ceremony of sharing meals is so central to Italian life, the idea of leaving someone out is unthinkable.
Our daughter had learned that she could rely on Italian chefs and restaurants to protect her. But that night at Mama's, the pizza crust was so good that she sought a second opinion. "Papa, are you sure it's gluten-free?" And for once, I felt confident saying: "Yes."
A version of this feature first appeared in International Business Times/Newsweek
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