I have a friend who is “allergic to combination foods” - that is a direct quote. What this means is, she can eat a stick of pepperoni. A few hours later she can eat a hunk of cheese. A few hours later she cane at some tomato sauce. And even later she can have some bread. But serve her pizza and she will FREAK OUT. To her credit, she is 37 now and has been claiming this ‘allergy’ since the age of 14. I’ve known her for that long, so I just sigh internally and say nothing, but I can’t say I haven’t been tempted to punch her in the face a few times.
One thing that bugs the ish out me with the drama queening is it allows some people to write off the entire idea of sensitivites or allergies or that certain diets may be more objectively healthy than others. I mean, the paleo diet, for example. I have never done it, cuz I freakin love croissants too much, but it makes a kind of instant intuitive sense that foods we developed on over the history of the species may be better than foods we only started eating recently (grains/cereals). I’m not making any claims here, just that sometimes something seems interesting and worth further exploration. It wouldn’t baffle me to find out that humans did less well with sugar and wheat than they do with meat and berries, for example.
I should actually read more on this specific topic, I’m interested.
There is a difference between trolling and making fun of somebody for something they widely are known for.
I do notice screen names. But notice I don’t hold a grude (not to say some folks around here can’t get me into grudge mode) when I provided the link you (and others needed).
It was a joke. Maybe you didn’t think it was funny and thats fine. Don’t take it too personally. And I can live with being called a troll. And a bunch of other stuff for that matter.
It’s pit for gawd’s sake francis. Lighten up and grow a pair.
People insisting for the last howevermany years that I am something I’m not has gotten extremely tiring. Because I don’t really notice screen names I don’t know if you are one of the ones who rush to post shit like that. If you aren’t, I apologize.
So? It wasn’t called “blogging”, but writing about food, food-related stuff and posting recipes on a weekly basis is the same thing (my first site was html, then it was customized php, then Wordpress). They created the platform, I grant you that, but not the concept.
MOST people use it as a synonym for cayenne. If you can eat bell pepper but not cayenne, and they are are closely related, I’m suspicious of your claims that you are allergic to cayenne. Were you tested for these allergies or did you convince yourself you were allergic to red pepper because it has the same name as black pepper? Is your reaction to red pepper something besides a spicy hot sensation in your mouth? Is your reaction to black pepper that it makes you sneeze? :dubious:
I’m sorry, but speaking as a chordate I thought you don’t feel too safe around us and I didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable by paying any attention to you whatsomenever.
Well, that’s just plain mean spirited. Particularly considering you featured prominently in the dream I just had. And, my goodness, what a dream it was! It started off pleasantly enough, but Boy Howdy did it turn into a nightmare of epic proportions toward the end.
To protect the names of the innocent, I’ll just describe it in stream of consciousness, staccato style:
Me; silk smoking jacket; bottle of merlot; cigar; ding-dong…Well,Hello; Mighty; Spandex; cheeseburgers; yum; ding-dong…hey, join the party; Lynn; fetish ballet shoes; pepper steak; yum; ding-dong; who the fu…?; Olive’s Husband; leather chaps; tomato surprise; hogtied; hey, whaddya doing with my cigar?; :eek: ;non-consensual; *chorus of trumpet, French horn and tuba; oh, the humanity; *losing consciousness…
My reaction to eating too much black pepper, white pepper, cayenne pepper, and a lot of other foods ranges from an upset stomach to (gotta say it here) explosive diarrhea. The severity of the symptoms depends on how much of the offending substance I’ve eaten. I’ve kept food diaries. I asked a couple of doctors about getting tested, and they said that my diaries indicate that I do have sensitivities, at least. Maybe allergies, maybe just sensitivities, but in either case, the treatment would be the same thing.
I RARELY have low blood sugar episodes. Very rarely. I’ve been an insulin dependent diabetic for many, many years, though, and I’m not perfect. Sometimes I do make mistakes. I might try to do too much in one day, and try to deny my limitations. I almost always do carry glucose tablets with me. However, the glucose tablets are a short term fix, meant to stop the episode in a few minutes, and I’m supposed to follow this up by eating some protein and fat. The glucose will hit my blood very quickly, but it will also be processed quickly and if I don’t have a longer acting food in my system, then I’m going to have another damn episode. I’m amazed at all the people who claim to be diabetic who don’t know this. It’s one of the first things I was taught in diabetes education classes. And I’m an insulin dependent diabetic. I don’t think that I ever had a serious low blood sugar episode when I was on just the pills. It’s that fast acting insulin that can drop the blood sugar in just a few minutes’ time.
Both of my grandmothers were insulin dependent diabetics. Both my parents are/were insulin dependent. So is my sister. For the most part, we know how to handle this sort of stuff, but there are still times when Life happens, and not everything goes according to plan. And then, when I ask for something like some sugar, I get handed a bunch of artificial sweetener, and the server thinks I’m being a drama queen when I insist that I need SUGAR. In some places, there’s no sugar on the table. You have to flag down a server to get it. Yeah, it’s weird, but it happens.
I don’t like living with these issues, and I wish that they didn’t come up. But no matter how hard I’ve tried to deny them, they happen. I don’t know why other people are invested in the idea that if they holler at me enough, that I will suddenly become able to eat whatever I want. I can’t. I can’t eat some things at all without having problems. And other things, I can eat only limited amounts of (my tolerance for bacon is a little less than one full slice a day, for instance) (it is a shame to leave a slice of bacon on my plate at a restaurant, but more of a shame to be sick later on). For the most part, I really don’t affect other people when I’m dining out, because I know what I can handle and what I can’t, and I don’t bitch and moan about it at the table. I will ask questions (does the potato soup have pepper in it?), but most people who eat with me are people that I know, and who know what happens when I do eat pepper.
Yes, I have no difficulty imagining that virtually everyone who knows you personally knows in great detail everything that happens to your bowels when you eat, given your lack of reluctance to share it in great detail with strangers.
