There was kibitzing, noshing, and hora-ing (not whoring) with very little gluten present. I don't think anyone noticed or cared. The only downfall was when my daughter had to say the blessing over the challah at her service. Traditionally, once the blessing is said the challah bread is ripped apart and eaten. Well, we tried quite valiantly to rip the gf challah apart, to no avail. It crumbled into one million tiny pieces that became sand-like and permanently embedded in the carpet (sorry, Temple Israel). No challah made it to any of our mouths so hopefully it's still an official Bat Mitzvah.
For the kid's party dinner we offered a sort of Mexican affair; different forms of fajitas/quesadillas, all on corn tortillas. There were Asian rice noodles and teriyaki steak skewers for appetizers. Oh yeah - and sushi. I mean, why stick with just one nationality when you can eat like them all in a single meal? Here in America we like to seriously mix things up.
Dessert after the party was a make-your-own brownie sundae bar, which is easily gluten free. Ice cream, hot fudge, caramel, whipped cream, sprinkles, all over a gf brownie. In fact, we had a dairy free child we were able to accommodate as well. Also a few nut free and egg free-ers. We were super FREEEEEE. WEEEEEEEEEEEE.
As our guests left, the kids grabbed a party favor; a water bottle*** filled with jelly beans, which were specifically chosen because they are free of all allergens. Happy to report there were no allergic reactions or celiac comas post party. These days, a successful shindig ends with zero hospital visits. And that's exactly what we had.
*** My water bottle debacle will be addressed in a future post. It has nothing to do with celiac disease or gf eating; I will post a cautionary tale of rushed bulk orders for large events in the hopes of sparing my celiac/gf community more physical pain.