Are Ritz Gluten _best_ Free -

Ingrid had known the answer before she typed it the first time. She’d known it for six years, ever since her doctor sat her down with a laminated chart of “forbidden foods.” But Ritz crackers were the last thread connecting her to the easy, thoughtless eating of her pre-celiac life. The buttery, salty, shattering-in-your-mouth perfection of a Ritz was the taste of childhood sick days, of teenage sleepovers, of college cram sessions where she’d crush them into tomato soup.

A young mom with a cart rolled past, tossing a family-size box of Ritz next to a jar of peanut butter. Ingrid felt a sharp, irrational pang of jealousy. She doesn’t even know how lucky she is, Ingrid thought. She can just… eat.

And for some reason, that hit harder than any label or doctor’s warning. That’s sad. It wasn’t tragic. It wasn’t a violation of her civil rights. It was just a small, quiet sadness—a constant background hum of being a little bit left out of the world’s simplest pleasure.

“And what do you put the peanut butter on ?” Ingrid asked, already knowing.