Posts Tagged ‘sulfite allergy



06
Dec
10

I Lerve Groupon


ORGANIC CHAT

So, hi.

How are you?

I’m fine.

Just got back from doing some shows in Wisconsin.

I had an omelette Saturday morning and it virtually killed me.

But it was fricken TASTY.

What else is going on with you?

So, check this out…

ORGANIC FOOD DEAL

Organic food for cheapy cheap!

If I had any money, I would get it for myself, but I don’t, so you get it!

I try to buy as much organic food as I can, especially produce, but it breaks the bank, know what I mean?  Plus, there are some fruits and veggies that you just don’t need to bother with in my opinion.

Here is my DO buy list:

Peaches, apples, cherries, bell peppers, celery, strawberries, lettuce, spinach, tomatoes, raspberries, carrots

and my DON’T BOTHER list:

avocado, corn, pineapple, mango, asparagus , eggplant, all melons, broccoli, bananas, cauliflower, squash

I mean, if I could, I would buy all of these things.

If I could, I would also take a bath made entirely out of butter, but we can’t afford these things, can we?

Check this out…I ran across this somewhere, don’t ask me, I have 693 window tabs open right now…

all these organic foods are actually made by the same people that make Heinz canned baked beans and chicklets.  CHICK-EH-LETS!  CHICK-EH-LETS! CHICK-EH-LETS!

It’s all complicated.  The organics game. Too complicated at least for this blond.  Like, for example, these organic companies HERE are actually owned by Hain Celestial who are in some cahoots with Heinz.

I mean, would I rather grow everything in my backyard and then have some cows and goats and chickens and make everything myself?  Well, I would not mind the garden.  But yeah, not ready to deal with the other stuff.  If I think about the fact that chicken pops an egg out of it’s ass, then I can’t really get the gumption to put an egg in my mouth.  And I am NOT going to touch anything that just came from a chicken ass.

So these big corporations that say that they only deal in organics are actually hanging out having big boy drinks and rubbing elbows with the “bad guys” who make chipped beef in a can.

Then I ask myself, why do I care?  I mean, I should.  I have children.  I make them put all this food in their mouth.

Do you?

And now I have to go clean my house and make dinner, do the homework and get Alpha to lacrosse practice.  So i’ll blow off thinking about this for now.  It’ll pop back into my steroid scrambled brain at 3:47am.  Mark my words.

14
Oct
10

First cookoff item: Baby Bear Porridge


I woke up without the use of the OTHER hand.  I ate virtually NOTHING yesterday but I did have some baked Kettle sea salt chips.  The baked part was new.  REALLY?  Would that be it?  *Sigh* Will have to call company.  Anyway, I am henpecking with one hand so you know I started typing this entry last Thursday and I am still going.

But I must rise and conquer. Can’t blow on my stupid first day of the stupid cook-off that stupid me said that I would stupid do.

So, I decided to make a breakfast item because I never know what to eat in the mornings and I am looking for something healthy, filling, fast and something that won’t swell my appendages.  I smell oatmeal ceilings.  Off to the races!!!!
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13
Oct
10

Kitchen blonde+holiday planning=challenge


I went to a weenie roast the other day.

I ate beforehand and brought my own wine.

But I just couldn’t help myself with the food.  It was so amazing and forbidden.

This is what I ate:

  1. 1 ritz-like cracker dipped in yummy, slutty pizza dip
  2. 1 bite of Thor’s personal serving of cheese-chili quiche
  3. 1 freshly made burger, seasoned with REGULAR salt and pepper with a slice of tomato and lettuce on top.

That was enough to put me into 3 days of hezzell.

And it really got me thinking about the holidays and all the partying I am about to do.

I DOUBLE DOG DARE ME!

OK, so this is the challenge I am giving myself.  I will be making one thing a day that we, us sulfitenots, can eat.  Will some of it land on my wall or ceiling?  Probably.  Will it be edible?  Doubt it.  Will any of you want the recipes?  Not Way, Shirlay.  But as Thor is my hot*ss husband/witness, I CHALLENGE ME TO A COOKING CHALLENGE!

 

 

SUPER BAD COOK LADY TO THE RESCUE!

 

Alright, sheesh, now I just blogged it so I have to do it.

  • I declare to find my apron on the floor in the corner of my pantry and remove all dust balls,dead spiders and roll-away Cheetos balls.
  • I promise to wash my hands and not adhere AT ALL by any 5 to 10 second dropsie rule.
  • I swear that none of you will ever have to actually sample what I am making in person and that you will be much better off making it yourself.
  • And I vow to not buy anything from Whole Foods and pretend that I made it myself.

 

WONDERBLOND POWER ACTIVATE!

FORM OF: SULFITE-FREE COOK!

and now……………………………………………….OFF TO THE JEWEL!

 

(Sh*t.  Can’t find keys.)

 

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13
Oct
10

Raise the towel or throw in the towel?


…and now here I sit with no sense of humor.

It’s a dark place, the land of “nothing is funny.”

Most people don’t like it when I visit this ridiculous world of doom because I am not entertaining.  So the people who want nothing to do with any Heather except funny Heather, please move along, as there is nothing to see here.

This post is for me and for the people who feel completely helpless with this allergy i.e. feel like no one can help us.

Today, I am glad I can use my hands and type.  I couldn’t move either one of them since Sunday, so this is a nice change.  I was able to henpeck a few things here and there, but mostly, I could hardly make Alpha and Cracker’s school lunches, go to the bathroom, put my hair in a ponytail, brush my teeth, put the straw in a Capri Sun for Bambi, drive my car, sign my name on the ambulance release form…YUP.  YUP, YUP.

Ya heard me.  Ambulance release form.

Because I made a fool of myself swooning and dropping to the floor of my local library.  Here I am, limping from swollen feet, one hand immobile and wrapped, the other swollen like a blow-fish trying to hold a newly released novel… and I drop. It’s a long story and I don’t feel like telling it again.  Let’s just say that they blamed it on my allergy that no one seems to not be able to tell me anything about and gave me instructions to follow up with my doctor.

I am like, done.  Every other day I think I can do this.  I feel empowered, that I am going to be able to deal with this.  This nut I can crack.  I can’t EAT it, for the love of God, but I can try to crack it.  I can figure out things that I can eat and I can trust that a label is telling me the truth and I can find a few moments in my day when I am not taking care of the entire free WORLD but myself, but I am failing.  I am bad at it.  I am defeated.

FRICKEN’ CRY BABY.

I have wads of kleenex around my keyboard because I was just blubbering like a baby to try to call Chicagoland allergy doctor’s offices to see if they know anything about a sulfite allergy.  The problem is that I just can’t seem to get past the uncaring, bitchy, rude and uninterested, crass, annoyed and unfeeling people that answer the phone.   I don’t need to here one more person making me feel like shit.  I want no more long pauses after I state my case and then a very unexcited, “hold please.”  (And I KNOW they are doing this)

Annoyed, "WTF are you talking about and you are bothering me" eye-roll.

"What the hell is a sulfite."

I get that no one knows what this is.  I understand that I need to breathe and smile at every eye-rolling waitress when I divulge my true food allergy doesn’t contain the words “gluten” or “peanut.” I understand that no one has heard of this or doesn’t know what the hell it is.  I GET IT.  But, unfortunately, I am LIVING it and if people think it’s a hard pill to swallow, imagine me actually having to swallow the pill every day.

I call allergists offices to see if I can possibly find someone with a heart to inquire with a doctor if they have ever heard of a sulfite allergy.  Is it something that they can treat?   Do they know of someone that might know someone that might have any kind of clue as to what this is?  Because I can say, with all the determination that I can muster, this is ruining my life.  Can they help me with that?  Anyone?   Anyone?

KNOCK IT OFF

I will now leap off this pity party of a soap box.  I have a lot of blogging to catch up on.  I will remove my sense of humor hat that is crushed under my shoe and put it back on.  I will try to regain my vigilance in helping myself and others through this horrible disability that we have to live with and so that we can move on.

But I have to put my mark out in the world for all 4 people who will read this and say that I know what it’s like to not be heard, to have no one to listen to you and to not be understood.  Life is swirling around all of us with everyone living theirs so I guess the best thing we can do is hug ourselves and try to protect ourselves the best we can.

This is a society that doesn’t know the dangers of sulfites or what they are probably doing to them and their children.  I mean Jimminy Crickets, do you know how annoying it is to type the word sulfite all day and spell checker has to point out that it doesn’t even know what the hell it is?  My screen is constantly aglow with squiggly angry red lines!

OK, so back to work.  We have holiday parties coming up that we need to chat about and prepare for and more food options and recipes to find.  We need some serious “turn-this-frown-upside-down” action around here STAT.  So let me end this post on a high note with a food allergy joke.  I am giving credit to another blogger that I lifted this from because I thought it was cute and I like that they were trying to find some humor from the insanity so here is her link

Q) Did you hear about the Frenchman who could only count to seven?
A) He had a huit allergy.

Onward and upward.

XO

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13
Aug
10

sulfites in anesthesia. fact.


Attention K-Mart shoppers:  Hans has left the building.  Or as my friend Elliot stated on Facebook the other day, “look ma…no Hans!”

Yesterday I went under the knife and had a disgusting neck mass scooped out like a melon ball.  YAY ME!

It was a class act affair and Skokie Hospital totally rocks.  Very impressed with the whole scene.  I was worried of course, being a flamboyantly out of control drama queen, but I was mostly worried about the anesthesia and what affects it would have on me.  Specifically because I have heard that there are sulfites in a lot of them.  So when it came time to get to pre-op, I was chomping at the bit to have the consult with the drug peeps.  I told them about my allergy.  Skokie is a big teaching hospital so the resident who was assisting with the anesthesia (thank goodness for the ctrl+V button on my keyboard, that word is hard to spell) has never heard of it.  I felt all very puffed up and proud like a peacock to be a a part of her learning something new that day.  And I loved her because she said that even though my pre-op sarcastic wit was adorable and funny, she thought I needed a “little something” to calm me down.  I love her.  They were very cautious and did a lot of research in order to find the correct drug to administer.

Unfortunately, they had to wake me up on the middle of my surgery because apparently I was acting like Kung Fu Panda.  I think they were being nice but they did say that it was a good thing my hands were tied down so I couldn’t follow through on my karate chops.  It seems I was “slightly agitated” and *disinhibited during the beginning of the surgery.  And as my anesthesiologist/girlfriend stated, ” Well, Mrs. Moran, I think it’s just a good thing you have a kind and patient surgeon.”  Holy Hell, what did I DO?  After that I was in this strange state of half alive, have out of it.  I didn’t feel pain, but I could feel the tugging of the sewing.  I could hear conversations about someone’s kid playing little league and someone singing Cream’s Sunshine of your love.  A song I will always now equate to someone stabbing me in my neck, thankyouverymuch.  I also heard the resident who was sewing me up asking the doctor (after he said, oops) “um, Doc? how do I fix this?”  And the Surgeon saying..”Uh, it’ll be fine.  Just leave it.  Throw some tape on it. ”   HAYYYYY-YAH!

I KARATE CHOP YOU!

Seriously, the team was incredible and I would recommend my surgeon and that hospital anyone.

About the drugs.  When I came to my senses, I tried to ask one of my look alike nurses, Peg, June, ChristyMargaret,joanblahblahdrugsthatmakemehappyhmmmmmm

Anyway.  I asked for the list of meds that they administered to me and wouldn’t you know… not one of those 15 blurry nurses could give me an answer. I am going to call medical records and get it from them.  I think it’s really important to know for future reference.

I do know that when I recently had a kidney infection, before I found out about my allergy, my first antibiotic was not working so my old doctor gave me one called Bactrim.  It was BAD.  I reacted horribly to it, like I do with z-pac.  Of course I was getting the severest of the symptoms that I usually get when running into sulfites but I didn’t know it yet.  When I told my dr, he said to make sure to add it to my medicine allergy list.  When I was pre-op yesterday and telling one of the nirses about the sulfite allergy and my bactrim sensitivity, she said that it is really high in sulfites and I was inpressed that she knew that.

Here is a link to some poor victims who share bad bactrim tales  http://www.medications.com/effect/view/22714

THE DOLLS, THE PILLS, THE BOOZE

Well, this isn’t about booze, but I couldn’t resist the movie quote.  And you know how I feel about booze.

Other drugs to watch out for…

Tylenol with Codeine a.k.a Tynenol 3 or 4.   Here are the ingredients:

TYLENOL® with Codeine No. 3 contains powdered cellulose, magnesium stearate, sodium metabisulfite†, pregelatinized starch (corn), and modified starch (corn).

TYLENOL® with Codeine No. 4 contains powdered cellulose, magnesium stearate, sodium metabisulfite†, pregelatinized starch (corn), and corn starch

Whoops-a-daisy..don’t take those!

Here is another list that I found of Medications with sulfites       source

Bronchodilator solutions for asthma

  • Adrenalin chloride 1:1000 concentration
  • Bronkosol
  • Isuprel hydrochloride solution

Topical eye drops

  • Pred-Mild
  • Pred-Forte
  • Sulfacetamide
  • Prednisol
  • dexamethasone)

Injectable medications

  • Amikacin
  • Betamethasone phosphate (Celestone)
  • Chloropromazine (Thorazine)
  • Dexamethasone phosphate (Decadron)
  • Dopamine
  • Epinephrine (Adrenaline, Ana-Kit, Epi-Pen)
  • Garamycin
  • Gentamycin
  • Isoetharine HCl
  • Isoproterenol (injectable)
  • Hydrocortisone (injectable)
  • Lidocaine with epinephrine (Xylocaine)
  • Meperidine (Demerol)
  • Metarminol
  • Norepinephrine (Levophed)
  • Procaine (Novocaine)
  • Prochloroperazine (Compazine)
  • Promethazine (Phenergan)
  • Solutions for total parenteral nutrition and dialysis
  • Tobramycin

Finally, I have been wanting to talk to Dr. Mike and perhaps get a script for an epi pen, not really for my sulfite allergies, but for something else.  My reactions to apples and peaches, even organic and peeled, seem to be getting worse.  I had heard that there were sulfites in Epi pens.  They are indeed OK for us to you…here is documentation

http://allergies.about.com/od/fa1/f/sulfiteepipen.htm

So that’s all I have for now.  The Hans crater is sore and I am getting pooped out.  Next blog coming later is about where to find good organic meats and how I learned some disturbing news regarding sulfite spraying on dole bananas and some other fruits that I thought were safe.

Over and out, captain.

P.S.

*disinhibited definition, according to Wikipedia

Disinhibition is a term in psychology used to describe a lack of restraint manifested in several ways, including disregard for social conventions, impulsivity, and poor risk assessment. Disinhibition affects motor, instinctual, emotional, cognitive and perceptual aspects with signs and symptoms similar to the diagnostic criteria for mania. Hypersexuality, hyperphagia, and aggressive outbursts are indicative of disinhibited instinctual drives.[1]

Let’s see a round of hands for everyone who agrees that I hope I never see any of those people who were in that room ever again.  Especially if my disinhibition turned hypersexual in any manner.

P.S.S.

I love you.  Oooh Oooh Oooh.
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08
Aug
10

NO-HO COCONUTS!


Hello lovelies…

This is a friendly service reminder to READ ALL LABELS.  Even on things you think are ok.  I love those Odwalla juices and can have most of them, if they don’t have garlic.  I picked up a gallon of the Mango Smoothie and pretty much downed the whole thing last Weds.  By 2am, I elevated in my bed screaming in excruciating pain.  My left shoulder was horribly swollen and I couldn’t move it an inch without yelping and the fingertips on my right hand were swollen, hot, inflamed and itchy.   HELLO.  Looked on the label of the juice and there amid all the good stuff I could eat was the word, “COCONUT.”  Eek.

I am finally feeling better, it took a good three days to get it out of my system but it was a bit traumatizing.  I think now that I have cleaned my body of everything,  my reactions are a lot stronger.  That, or the have jsut really excalated now.  Anyway, I am keeping a list of all the big allergens and I suggest all you sufferers do the same.

Hans, The Neck Mass

So I have this bump on my neck and I have had it for about 8 months.  I have named him “Hans” It’s getting bigger so a nice surgeon is going to knock me out in a few days to get it the hell out of my body.  Is it a cyst, a mass, a wonky node and tumor that is slowly crawling up in my brain and making me act blonder than I am?  Who knows…we will see.  I just don’t want to look at it.  I had a friend who used to have fatty deposit things removed from his body and he would specifically ask the doctor to put them in a little vial so he could take them home and gross me out.  I love that guy.  I am sure everything will be fine.  HOWEVER,   If one more person tells me not to freak out and everything will be fine, I am going to smack them and tell them that when they have large bump in the back of their neck, then can do the same.  Let me freak out.  It’s my nature.  So wish me luck on my little surgical adventure and let’s hope I get some good drugs for the pain.  YEEE HHAAAAAA!

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04
Aug
10

MISS YOU


Hello gorgeous.

I have not been around…I know…I have decided that I am simply to busy having an awesome summer with the kids to be on the computer.  Sure, I have no money, no clients, no gigs, and therefore no money to buy the high maintenance food I eat, but I have a great tan.

I am about to post THE LIST.  The list of all lists…things that I can eat.  This you might be able to eat.  This DOES NOT MEAN that you can eat what I can eat.  This is just a guideline for people who share this allergy and are feeling like me, only seeing lists of things you CANNOT eat. I will post that list in a minute, and again, feel free to add comments, question me, tell me if my ass looks fat in this outfit, etc.

Things have been going okay with the new diet regimen. And when I say diet, it’s not really a diet. I have actually stopped losing weight because I have found some new cheats that are fattening like…5 ingredient really yummy french bread with irish butter. Not good. So I need to get back to the kale circuit and eat more of those yummy fresh fruits and veggies while they are in season and before I have to buy all of them at Whole Paycheck for a small fortune.

I recently had a visit with Dr. Mike and whined about hard hard everything is. He assured me that I WILL get over this… and I will be able to one day just do this all effortlessly and I believe him because my Yoda he is.
I think lately I feel really just pissed that I can’t eat out. I get angry watching everyone around me eat. I get really frustrated that I will never be able to go into a nice Mexican restaurant and order a normal dish and a ‘rita. So I am avoiding. I do that well. And I will have my own set of worry when the holidays come and there will be a virtual plethora of slutty dips paraded in front of me that I can’t dip my chip in.

But things are getting slowly more adaptable. I am getting into a routine of making a whole chicken, (Roasting, boiling or crockpot, I change it up) every Monday to make broth and eat the meat all weak. I need to actually go out and buy some jars to store the broth. Then I make a nice soup a freeze it. My freezer is stockpiling with little green soup-filled baggies. Like alien breast milk.

The other day, I made the DISASTEROUS mistake of watching Fast Food Nation. Now only was it disturbing and grotesque, it was also an interesting insight to the sad practice of how illegal immigrants are basically scooped up at the border and forced into labor. It was disgusting all around. And now, I am freaking out about meat. I love Facebook because I do one little post about it and 47 people have immediately a lot to add. I am going to look into some local places where I can buy meat in bulk. I am not apposed to eating meat. It’s the evolution of life. It’s the foul sanitary conditions, horrible labor practices and inhumane killing that is making me vomit in my mouth. Thank goodness I can’t eat a Mickey D cheeseburger anymore.
I will post information regarding local meat sources. Oh dear, I think this needs it’s own separate blog.

Lastly, I am having a Pampered Chef party as an excuse to get all my friends drunk on Arbor Mist and buy muffin tins.  I want to get a few things I need for the kitchen, but mostly I want people to come over to my house and get plowed with me.  If you want to come along, let me know, sugar.  You are invited.

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30
Jun
10

Why there is asparagus on my camera.


There is officially something wrong with me in the kitchen.

It’s not funny.  I can’t cook anything.  It’s like a genetic disorder.  I try SO hard.  I really really really concentrate and I lay everything out neatly and I read the recipe, kinda.

I tried to make cream of asparagus soup yesterday for lunch.  I was so hungry, you guys.  And I wanted to make a big batch, some to eat and some to freeze.  I bought this gorgeous asparagus and the Libertville Farmer’s market with the recipe in mind.  But the kids were all up in my get up and the phone kept ringing and and then Thor took them outside for a little bit because he saw that my hair was standing on end.  Alpha had a bunch of buddies over and they were playing a pick-up game of street hockey on the cul-de-sac and the girls were making the neighborhood rounds, so I was ALONE for 5 glorious minutes.

I simmered the soup and it was looking and smelling quite gorgeous.  I was SALAVATING.  I needed to puree it so I put it in the blender.  My new glass blender.  And I pureed it for a minute until it mother truckin BLEW UP

Photographer cried while taking this picture.

Oh wait, here is a burn on my leg.

My legs look fat but their really not that fat. Serious.

PEOPLE.  SULFITE ALLERGY SUFFERERS AND EVERYONE ELSE.  This is not a joke.  I am not trying to be totally sucky at cooking.  I really just really really am very very sucky.

I totally burst out crying.  I burnt my LEG.  I wailed and keened and whispered to myself…”That’s ok.  I’ll just (SOB) BLOG IT!!!! (SOB SOB SOB)”  And I grabbed my camera.  And got asparagus on it.

I was able to scrounge literally one little cup of it.  And I picked the little asparagus tip garish off the floor and rubbed it on my soiled shirt.

For what it’s worth….

cream of crazy woman soup

and I know it looks like ass, but it actually tasted really fricken good.  And it also was seasoned with the salt of my tears. I will post the recipe tomorrow when I have fully recovered my sanity, my patience and my will to live.

The good news is today I made an outstanding mango salsa and no one was burned, no one cried and no one had to throw away any appliances….will post that recipe tomorrow….OLE!!!!

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28
Jun
10

F*ck it. I’ll Just Drink Beer.


And the food travel test is over.

Grade:  D-

Dude.  That was brutal.

Part of the problem with all of this is that I have three children and I am in a constant state of crazy.  So Thor and I had the best intentions of packing all this great stuff for me.  But at the eleventh hour, pretty much all that ended up tossed in the travel food bag was a bag of pretzels, a few raisins and non organic apples.  None of which I can eat. I did manage to pack up a tiny cooker of the following:

Fresh dill, goat cheese, some avocados, a bag of kettle chips for munchies, sliced cucumbers and a load of yummy Breadsmith french bread. And some honey.  Which I never used and it leaked all over my bag.  THUMP.

This is an overview of how the meals went:

Friday night, get to hotel, check in, see our lacrosse family friends and everyone says, “Let’s get mexican!!”  Ole.  Great.

First of all, the waitress was so very fricken pissed that we showed up with 6 parents and 15 very loud, obnoxious, hungry and pumped up little lacrosse players.  And 2 whiny girls.   So when I politely say that I have a food allergy, she hated me pretty much from the starting gate.

I had the bartender make me a Heatherita, which was fabulous and got me through the next 14 minutes until I got my second Heatherita.   I ordered fish tacos, with NO SPICING and a side of fresh avocado.  I swear to God that when she dumped, and I mean, dropped,  that plate in front of me, that fish was covered with crap on it.  But we couldn’t tell if it was just…grill stuff…or not.  This is the problem.  People don’t realize that even cooking it on the grill with residual stuff can maim me for like 2 days.  But I was so terribly hungry and at this point, increasingly buzzed, so I ate it.  Did I mention that they made fresh table side guac there?  Sadists.  Then they put this HUGE bowl with the chips and salsa I can’t eat right in front of me.  Satanists.

It’s at this point, I realize that I can’t do this.  How am I going to do this? For the rest of my life?

I jsut sat there, ate my fish taco, drank my Heatherita, pouted and looked pretty.  That was all I could do.

The next morning I woke up and my right had looked like this…

It’s fine. Whatever.  Brought the wrist brace.

We stayed at one of those Courtyard Marriott’s that includes the breakfast.  I had brought with me in a baggie some Honey puffed Kashi cereal that I can eat, so I happily had a bowl of that with an orange and that worked out really well.  I wanted a bagel and cream cheese and bacon, but I resisted the pout urge and forced myself to be perky, spunky and full of life.

Ok, let me set up the scenario.  Alpha was in a tournament with some of the top little lacrosse players in the Midwest.  We were in Brown Deer, Wisconsin and there where 14 fields of games going on all day Saturday.  It was so freakin steamy and not an ounce of shade.  Cracker and Bambi were hot, sweaty little messes and pretty pissed to be there.  So after the second game, everyone say’s “Let’s go to Culver’s!”  I wanted to say, “F*ck you”.  But I didn’t.   It’s not their fault.  So everyone went and ate butter burgers while I sat in the car with the air conditioning cranked with my lil’ knife and cutting board, my fresh dill in a baggie (DORK), my goat cheese and sliced cukes/carrots and had a mini cracker sandwich/pity party.  It really wasn’t so bad.  I did have one friend peek in the window at me and laugh but that was to be expected. And she has the allergy too.  So she sympathizes.

Thor was a sweetie for packing something adult I could drink and I ended up chugging a couple of Sierra Nevada’s out of the cooler, so that took the edge off.  Oh yeah!  REALLY great idea  to drink those and then stand in the hot beating sun for a few hours.

Other notable meal issues:

One of my high school BFFs lived 15 minutes from where we were and and another HS BFF was visiting her as well, so Sat night we went over to their gorgeous glass house on Lake Michigan.  Such a blast!  IT was so fantastic to see everyone.  They were grilling kabobs, which were already marinated, so I just made myself ANOTHER goat cheese, cuke, dill, carrot sandwich.  And as my dear friend and I were eating in her back deck overlooking the magnifient lake on a perfect night, I looked down and noticed that most of the sandwich I was eating was made of moldy bread.  GAG  GAG GAG GAG GAG GAG

I cry.

The next day, we were supposed to have at least 2 more games and the weather was horrible so the rest of the tourney was cancelled.  We were planning to stay on as a family and attend Milwaukee’s Summerfest.  I was of course dreading what I would eat there and at this point I was out of all food except a few pieces of  moldy bread.

So we went to Cheescake factory for lunch.  AGGGGHHHHHHKKKKK

I was nothing short of a hot mess looking at the menu.  I opted for a steak, some rice and sauteed spinach.

This was the food that surrounded me:

Alpha – breaded shrimp and the yummiest, sluttiest coleslaw I have ever seen.

Bambi and Cracker – A seductively ridiculous mound of homemade mac and cheese.

Thor  – Don’t even get me started with Thor.  He ate for four people.  And then he ate Alpha’s coleslaw.  And he had a pile of garlic mashed potatoes  like this And every time he took a bite out of something, he would moan with delight.  I swear I was seconds from stabbing him in the neck with my fork.

My steak was clearly mistaken for one of the actual Stanley Cup hockey pucks.  And my bland rice and spinach just made me cry.  But there was a very big plus.  They had Sierra Nevada.  So I said, “F*ck it.  I’ll just drink beer.”

Seriously, it wasn’t THAT bad.   I did have pita chip crackers and some fresh berries that I would pop in my mouth every once in awhile and one time, I peeled an avocado and ate it like an apple.  It definitely is okay in the every day routine but the hardest is eating out in restaurants.  It’s such a random allergy that waitstaff are like, “What?”  And I don’t think anyone really takes it seriously.   And trying to eat anything at a fest or something like Great America, the best thing you can do is scope out the roasted corn and drink a ton of water.  I cheated with a few Blue Moons but there was an orange slice in it, so I faked myself out.  I am paying for it a little now, but all in all, I am a survivor WHAT I’m not gonna give up WHAT I’m not gon’ stop WHAT I’m gonna work harder WHAT.

Werd.

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10

HOT DAYUM. I cooked something.


(Cue applause track.)

I cooked something that was actually edible.

One of my new sulfite-free buddies suggested a new cookbook.  I ordered it and I am having a ton of fun with it.  It’s called The Whole Foods Allergy Cookbook

So far I have made the avocado dressing and avocado mayo and they do the job.  My chicken sandwiches no longer taste like dried tongue.

Last night I made the Lime Steak and Pineapple Salsa and holy hell, they were really good.  My cousin Astroguy was there to pick up his son and he was a little pessimistic.  I don’t think he thought I had it in me to make the salsa.  Especially since A.) He knows I don’t know what the hell I am doing.  B) I don’t have the right mechanics i.e. kitchen equipment.

I am trying to do all the chopping in my blender and my Magic Bullet, of with you know I LOVE, but I need a Cuisinart or something.  Will have to break down and get one.

Anywho,  the salsa was OLE!!!  Will post recipe one of these days…it was good on the meat, which I served over rice and a side of sauteed kale.  But it would be good with just chips too…we were dipping pita chips in there and it makes for a great little appetizer.   It didn’t look that great, people, but it really tasted divine.

This is NOT my salsa. You should know by now that my salsa wouldn't look this good.

BEANS UPDATE

I finally was able to make an edible batch of them beans.  The world can now rotate again.

TRAVELING

We are going to a lacrosse tournament this weekend and staying in a hotel with no fridge.  What the hell.  What do I do?  I guess we can bring a cooler of stuff but that sounds SOOO high maintenance.  Need travel food guide eating advice stat.  The good thing is that I am sure that I will have a lot to blog about when I get back.

I CAN’T MAKE RICE

I can’t make rice.  I even bought a rice cooker from Bed, Bath and Beyond.  I still can’t make rice.  Seriously, what is wrong with me?

AVOCADO

I just realized that since I like avocados so much, I type that word a lot.  But I just noticed that I have been spelling it wrong.  I am too lazy to go alllllll over the site and change the spelling so I want to take this moment to apologize to you and please make mental note that I am a spelling blond.  That is all.

(I think Magic Bullet needs to start paying me for advertising. BUY THE BULLET.  http://www.buythebullet.com/)
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Heather Moran

Crazed sulfite-free woman.

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