Excuse me, I meant to say, “I’d be virtually dead in literally no time at all.” And add sweet banana peppers to the list of things that render me non-viable.
Yeah, those things are exactly the same thing. :dubious:
My mother has been a type 2 diabetic for more than 20 years. This has never been a problem for her after been diagnosed. She carries hard candies with her all the time for that purpose (to be honest she’s had very few low-blood sugar episodes. But still, to her is like carrying her medication.
Many years ago I invited somebody and her husband to have dinner with me. When she arrived at the door she informed me that she could smell the shrimps and that she had a very serious allergy to them. We ended up having to eat out.
I kicked myself for not asking them if they had any allergies/diets, and have always asked people after that. If you come to my home I will make my darndest to accomodate you. I would never try to hurt a friend or guest. I know that although I should have asked my friend she should have also volunteered information about a food allergy beforehand. I learned a lesson that day, I hope she also did.
Wait, stop right there. You invited them to dinner. They had every chance to tell you in advance whether their was an issue. I don’t ask my invitees if they have food allergies any more than I ask if they need mobility assistance or if they can’t take alchohol. The guest has responsibility to volunteer any important information. The host is not, and should not, be expected to create a checklist of every possible problem the guest may have.
Consideration and hospitality end flat-out at the line where you start trying to guess whether someone has a problem and/or what it might be. You did nothing wrong. Your guest was horrifically rude, and I hope she apologized a dozen times. If I had such an allergy, I would not feel comfortable unless I had apologized and paid for the resulting meal. I hope your guest had such manners.
Yes, well I literally go into anaphylactic shock with explosive diarrhea and propulsive vomiting in virtually no time if I so much as look at a shrimp, or any other crustacean…let’s just say any arthropod. I don’t feel too safe around chordates, , mollusks, or thorny-headed worms either.
Proof, if it was needed, that some people’s issue is “sensitive to not being the center of attention.” Which sucks for people with genuine dietary concerns, because after hearing “wolf” so many times, cooks and waiters eventually start hearing “blah blah blah.” And it’s hard to blame them, because for every one person with serious concerns, there are 20 special snowflakes with allergies that follow trends, 4 power trippers who think that they are important because they have their very own minimum wage peon at a restaurant, and a couple of attention whores who enjoy the me-me-me-ness of it all.
Hey, I gotta ask, are my posts actually showing up in this thread? I mean, I got off some pretty good zingers upthread, worthy at the very least of a small golf clap. Yet, the only who has responded to any of my posts, is me. I’m virtually aghast that literally no one has responded to anything I’ve written in this thread. I demand a golf clap. Just do it. I’m feeling asthmatic.
I chuckled a few times. Are you happy now you asthmatic attention whore? 
For certain definitions of taste like candy … or at least the ones I have been given samples of at the nutritionist consult I get every couple of years. I think the fake orange flavored ones are the worst. [but I do carry glucose tabs in my purse, along with my epi-pen and a few hits of benedryl]
Did somebody say something?
Is anyone else sick of hearing about umami or Maillard reactions?
I read that as umkay. Definitely time to log off.
QFT. I am allergic to all fresh fruits and vegetables that I’ve been tested for, plus others I’ve had reactions to, so I just avoid them all. I am also somewhat lactose intolerant and have trouble digesting large portions of complex proteins. If I am someplace where all I can eat is french fries and donuts, then that’s all I’ll eat while I’m there, no big.
Then carry something with you as others have suggested, or go to the corner convenience store and buy something. I also have to deal with low blood sugar, yet it is very rare for me to go long enough without food, that I won’t react to, that I end up getting dizzy. Usually if that happens, it’s because I’ve just been too busy or lazy to go get something. And I travel a lot.
No…no, please stop. I’m not doing this for the accolades. I’m literally joyous to have brought chuckles into your, what I can only assume, sad, virtually doleful life, but just consider those chuckles my gift from me to you, with no thanks necessary. Now I feel verklempt…which also makes me asthmatic.
(and where the hell is my golf clap?)
The thing is I believe it. It isn’t my place to guess my guests’ ailments. Unlike a restaurant, I can make changes to my meals if I have sufficient notice. Since I now know that some people keep their serious allergies to themselves until the food is nearly on the table I am going to be selfish (I nearly typed shellfish 
) and ask so my evening is not ruined, whether by having to go eat pizza after I spend the evening cooking, or by having a guest falls sick because of poor planning and communication on their part.
Like I said above, if I eat cheese I get farty, and I don’t like meat. If I have to eat somewhere where meat and cheese cannot be avoided discreetly I eat a bit and just inflict my farts upon my husband (who find it hilarious). A few times after having doubts about the venue I have had dinner at home and then shuffled the food around while enthusiastically praising the host, never calling attention to myself or my food preferences.
And carrying a granola or whatever bar in your handbag is as old a good advice as carrying your own taxi money when going out with a date that is driving.
The immense joy you brought into my life this afternoon prevented me from finally implementing my regularly scheduled Sunday night suicide plan. I finally realized I had something to live for. With increased hope and strong willpower I now think I can make it through yet another Monday. Thank you and God bless.
Yeah…
Might appear a bit more sincere if you included my golf clap.
Just sayin’
Your demure, sophisticated manner, tortures me to think you’re the one that should have been my soul mate,not the barbarian I ended up marrying. I quite linguistically don’t comprehend virginally anything else you’re trying to say in that post, so I’m going to call it a night.
I ain’t giving no guy the clap. Just saying.
And I thought it was children Curlcoat was allergic to.
Troll.
So, I take it you ain’t gonna thank me for the link you wanted that I gave you in that other thread?: )