Garlic: The Art of ruining plans
Let me learn you something about having a food allergy.It sucks.
It sucks, it sucks, it sucks.
Thanks to biology and science, I developed an allergy to garlic about 6-7 years ago. I began to notice I didn't feel well after eating certain foods, such as my father's spaghetti or other things he and I would make. I can't remember what it was that clued me in, perhaps it was garlic butter mushrooms on a steak, but I realized that my consumption of garlic, causes an adverse reaction within my gastrointestinal system. Coming home from a volleyball game before which my mother and I dined at Red Lobster, I got sick before I got home, thanks to her garlic laden shrimp pasta contaminating the atmosphere in my explorer.
It sucks.
This afternoon, I was garlicked. For lunch I had a sandwich from the restaurant where my mother works. It's a sandwich I've had many, many times, with no reaction. However, today, a different cook made the sandwich and about 30-40 minutes after my lunch, I realized I was getting ill. My mom told me that the chef who made the sandwich possibly used a garlic butter on the bread when he toasted it, along with the potential for garlic seasoning in the chicken used in my sandwich. No wonder. After a three-hour nap and battling of this illness, I'm finally feeling better but I'm not trusting myself long enough to go to an away football game against the arch rivals.
The worst part of this? My idiot father thinks that I'm joking when I say I get sick. He thinks that if I don't know garlic is in the food, I won't get sick. He also doesn't realize that the aroma/odor of too much crushed garlic will make me sick. So what does he do? He makes a poor man's spaghetti with garlic and parsley, I think just to piss me off. It works.
Anyways, enough about my stupid stupid allergy.
posted by Rusty @ 3:58 PM
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