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Tuesday, July 17, 2007

Peanut Parfait

This week we were out to dinner. While eating a delicious strawberry parfait I crunched into something that has become foreign to me … a peanut! Ironically, I had just finished saying how much our daughter would enjoy the parfait. I found it interesting to experience first-hand the shock that an allergic person would feel when finding a surprise peanut. My first reaction was one of fear. It was as if I was allergic myself. I felt very strange and I could no longer eat the parfait.

I have not had a peanut in about six months. The taste is now unsettling and for obvious reasons no longer welcome. While I can still enjoy an omelet while traveling on business (despite our daughter's egg allergy), I no longer have a desire to eat peanuts. I was surprised that I had such a strong reaction. It is funny how the mind works.

4 comments:

Rachel said...

Fakie trackback since I can't figure out how to ping a blogger blog! :p

“Mrs No Peanuts” over at No Peanuts Please has written an article that I think many allergy parents can relate to. It’s quite common for non allergic parents to experience guilt when they’ve had the opportunity to eat “forbidden foods” without endangering their children...

Allergic Girl said...

i think it's call being a mother! :-) my mother has reported feeling the EXACT same ways about things she is not allergic to. it's empathy really.

NoPeanuts said...

It was very strange. Especially as the Dad! My wife was able to finish the strawberry parfait as she did not get any peanut until the very bottom ... lucky for her!

Mikaela said...

I have an aversion to anything peanut as well. This past Saturday I was attending a presentation on "Spices" at the Spice House in Chicago. The presenter was wearing an apron that read "I work for peanuts" with a huge picture of a peanut on it. I felt myself disliking him simply for his choice of apron until I caught myself and came back to reality.