Oh Amy I so understand your FRUSTRATION! Been there, done that. It isn’t fun having someone be able to eat while whatever is there whether it is in a restaurant or at a get together and there you are eating your own food. During Easter weekend I had salad with chicken, kidney beans, and sliced egg two days in a row while my husband ate whatever he wanted to eat. I am sharing this post on my blog for all those who suffer with food allergies.
We’d been driving for a day and a half and were only halfway home. The high winds across the Kansas plains and the oversized trucks creeping into our lane forced my husband to keep a hands-of-steel grip on the wheel while I kept eyeing the sky for a tornado.
We were a little on edge.
And we were hungry.
When we finally decided to stop for lunch, we began quarreling. For us, quarreling involves a lot of silence.
Husband-Who-Can-Eat-Everything wanted to stop at Taco John’s. With my soy, dairy, gluten, and corn allergies, I didn’t even want to breathe the air in Taco John’s.
Besides, Husband-Who-Can-Eat-Everything knew I wasn’t looking forward to the three-day-old tuna and garbanzo beans I’d packed for myself. He knew this because I kept opening all the apps on my iPhone–Allergy Eats, Find Me Gluten Free, YoDish–and reading the reviews.
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