If you cringe when asked to be “treat mom” or to “bring the treats,” I know the feeling, even though I am currently kidless.  Almost everyone if off of something these days. Even kids! The school’s list of acceptable/unacceptable ingredients in homemade treats I see pinned to the fridge at my friends’ house leaves little but organic unicorn dust and non-GMO rainbows up for grabs.  And unfortunately, I’m fresh out of both. One year we hosted a monthly dinner for our church small group.  A week before our first meal, three people reached out about their dietary restrictions with the clear assumption that accommodations would be made.  Between the 3 of…