This morning I went to the doctor for my first round of food allergy testing. I am officially allergic to tuna, shrimp, almonds, tomatoes, oranges, milk and eggs (among other things). There are people all over the world right now receiving news that they have a terminal illness or that a loved one has passed, or that they didn’t get released from prison even though their attorney PROMISED they’d win on appeal, so I say this with a bit of shame but… what am I going to do without oranges??
I LIVE IN CALIFORNIA!
In my self-pity I took a walk down memory lane and came across these photos from our trip to Underwood Farms this summer. They reminded me of happier times.
As a side note: My sister-in-law, a Bryn Mawr alum, gave the girls these t-shirts. The Bryn-Washing is working, Lu! They wear them everyday and swear their academic experience will be much more focused and productive at a college without silly boys around to distract them. OK, they didn’t say that. (That’s Bryn-Washing Phase Two.)
Our attempt at a decent family photo. Failed, of course.
With Spring just around the corner I’m seeing lots of people starting their gardens. Even the kindergardeners have been enjoying salad from the garden they grew at school. Every year I attempt gardening in my sideyard. Even built this planter in which to grow my bounty. And every year I get the same thing: a big fat raspberry. Plllllllllllluh! I send California into drought watering my scant seedlings. Then, when I do start to see growth, no matter the contraption I’ve rigged, some hungry nighttime critter breaks in and binges. Apparently, critters don’t have food allergies.
But I will attempt the garden again this year, and grow tomatoes. Because the children love them.
Change is hard. I’ve always been able to eat what I wanted. I don’t like being told I can’t.
Hey, I know there are plenty of people who just live with their allergies. I have a family member who’s allergic to beans. They make him gassy. He just takes Beano. Then there’s my old childhood friend and her sisters, they were all allergic to cats but they just decided to get one anyway and suffer. And there’s my friend with the pollen thing. She’s pops Benedryl and she’s fine.
But I have spent the past 6 months with my lips on fire and spots breaking out on my face after eating certain foods. There’s no way I’m eating tomatoes or oranges again.
This news doesn’t have to be a prison sentence. Maybe it’s just another excuse to get creative.
Think I’ll give rhubarb a try.