I love quesadillas. A warm, cheesy quesadilla lathered with butter that is grilled to perfection is my idea of a perfect afternoon snack. Whenever I am distressed going to Taco Bell and ordering a quesadilla makes all my problems go away. This past August, after a particularly difficult day completing summer assignments, I decided to treat myself with my favorite snack. That evening I was rather famished, so I ordered two quesadillas and proceeded to eat both. Ultimately, this was an enormous mistake. When I got home, my stomach ached with cramps and my head wouldn’t stop pounding. I notified my mother about my dilemma, and she informed me that I could have a gluten intolerance, as it runs in the family. After some tests, I learned that
