It’s been a long, long time since I first tried my hand at blogging about food, and food allergies. And my parents have talked for a long, long time about how their ideal retirement would be to own a little B&B by the seaside, which would include serving food. They could do it, too. My parents are good cooks. And I’ve been trained by them to be a pretty darn good cook as well.
I think we could run a restaurant–or at least write the menu for one. So that’s where the conceit of the new title comes from.
Now hosted on my own TheWordofGit.com, I’m going to try to be more faithful about writing up what I eat and how it worked out.
To recap, I myself am unable to eat gluten, soy, egg, birch fruits (apple, pear, etc), or kiwi. (Of all the random things…)
My father is gluten free.
My aunt cannot eat large amounts of wheat or dairy, and is very allergic to nightshades (tomato, peppers, etc).
Two of my best friends are vegetarian.
You can expect notations related to all of the above, and more. (Worst horror story I’ve ever heard: someone allergic to rice.)
About the only dietary concern I don’t have time for is veganism. I have an irrational resentment toward vegans, made worse by attending school with them for three and a half years. Plus, your desserts tend to suck ass. So, sorry, vegans. Here there be meat and cheese.
Having offended, lets get going!