It is incredibly difficult to eat gluten free in Malaysia. I do not expect everyone to understand the phrase “gluten free,” so I explain “no wheat, no barley, no bread, nothing fried, and no soya sauce.” Then, I hope for the best. Even if the staff speaks good English, most have no concept of food ingredients and would rather inform me that “bread tastes good” and I should “eat more bread.”
Our extended stay hotel provides breakfast every morning. The first morning, I was extremely discouraged. I was nervous that my breakfast for the next six months would be eggs, just eggs, and sometimes just badly cooked hotel eggs, with a side of fruit.
But then we met Chef Rock.
One day at breakfast, we began chatting with the head chef.
Chef Rock understood gluten free! One of the first things said was, “Oh… she can hardly eat anything here! I’m so sorry.”
On days I have less options at breakfast, Chef Rock will bring a plate of fruit from the kitchen.
Once a month, our hotel hosts a “residents night” with free food. However, most of it I cannot eat. Chef Rock will prepare a special plate of food for me. His generous accommodations allow me to attend the event.
A few times, I have been too fatigued to make it down for breakfast. During those times, Chef Rock would create a breakfast box and send it back to my room.
Chef Rock takes really good care of me. He’s one of the more awesome people we’ve met in Malaysia.