Since I was a wee lass I have been told that I am allergic to peanut oil. Since then I have avoided peanuts, peanut products, and anything “processed on a machine that processes peanuts” like the plague. Now that I am the ripe old age of 26 and have debunked a bunch of other crap my parents have told me, I decided to find out for myself if I was truly allergic to peanut butter.
So last week I snuck down to the kitchen in the middle of the night and with the phone right next to me (ready to dail 911 should my experiment fail), I made and ate a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. And I waited.
After about 20 minutes I realized that I wasn’t going into anaphylatic shock. In fact, besides a slight sticky sensation in my mouth (I never knew that pb&j’s required milk), I felt fine. I know it was really stupid, but if I was really allergic to peanuts I wouldn’t be here writing this. When I told Mr. Toes he got really pissed (“You could have died! What were you thinking?” etc.)
I was so scared that I didn’t even enjoy the sandwich. But since then, I have been making up for lost time. Peanut butter fudge! Peanut butter swirl ice cream! Reeses Pieces! For the first time, I can eat Thai food! I am dizzy with all the culinary delights made from the humble peanut.