We haven’t had a Caturday for a while. This photo is a good representation of how I’m feeling this morning – kinda tired and squinchy and why-are-you-bothering-me and there-isn’t-enough-coffee-in-the-world. Hopefully my hair is looking slightly less rumpled than Griffin’s, though there’s no guarantee.
For some reason he loves to sleep on the kitchen chairs when they’re pushed into the table – it makes a sort of cozy cave for him. It also frequently leads to me nearly sitting on him, especially when he’s too groggy to move.
I was very annoyed earlier this week when I went to the allergist and learned that, in fact, I don’t just have an oral allergy to stonefruit and apples (it varies from annoying to scary, depending on the fruit). I am now also allergic to hazelnuts and, possibly, almonds. I had a feeling about the hazelnuts ever since last summer, but it’s different having your allergist look alarmed at your scratch test results and prescribe you an epi-pen.
Why am I so upset? What it really is, is that I don’t want to be That Person in a restaurant, who makes the waiter’s life difficult, who holds up ordering for everyone else, and can never eat anything the way the chef wants it to be served. I want to be the sort of eater who can go into a restaurant and say, “bring me whatever the chef wants to cook.” I want to be able to eat anything that’s put in front of me with interest and enjoyment. I do not want to be afraid of my food. And every time I find out that I can’t eat something, I feel less like myself.
Right. Whine over.
But if you’re reading this, eat some peaches and hazelnuts for me. I miss them.