I have been to three stores since the diagnosis of food sensitivities and gut flora imbalances. Friday night, I did the two small stores, a co-op and a natural foods store. I nearly cried at the first, and talked to a lovely employee at the second (and taught her something -- chickpea miso does NOT contain soy!). Today, Sunday, I went to the normal grocery store.
You know what? I survived. The grocery store was once a mecca of exciting possibilities. I loved it. My roommate and I, first apartment out of college, made an event out of shopping and learning to cook together. As of last week, the grocery store became a zoo of sorts -- lots of enticing things I could no longer have.
But I took positive steps this week. I scheduled a dinner party with some suitable food sensitivity friends for the first Saturday in January. I had some great conversations with a few friends in similar boats to mine. A friend and I thought we might start taking notes for a cookbook.
I survived. I've been allergen-free for about 36 hours so far, and while I don't notice a difference yet, I'm glad to be on a path towards better health.
This post may have been brought to you by the liquid courage of gin. Which is allergen neutral. There are good things in life.
Moving parts in rubbing contact require lubrication to avoid excessive wear. Honorifics and formal politeness provide lubrication where people rub together. Often the very young, the untravelled, the naive, the unsophisticated deplore these formalities as empty, meaningless, or dishonest, and scorn to use them. No matter how pure their motives, they thereby throw sand into the machinery that does not work too well at best. -- Robert A. Heinlein
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