I think I am beginning to cope with the nightshade reality. It has taken me several days, I must admit. But on the bright side, it did only take a couple days, right? I'm not curled up in a fetal position, wondering how I am going to exist without being able to pluck a lovely, red, ripe, juicy, still-warm tomato from the vine and eat it. I am not sitting here wondering what I am going to do with the gobs of roasted tomato sauce I made this summer.
Well ok. I am kind of wondering what I am going to do with it and I am still trying to fathom how to deal with dishes I would normally make with peppers or tomatoes or lemon as a key ingredient. And it is killing me that I have more tomatoes than I know what to do with just hanging from the vines in my front and back yard, literally rotting on them.
But, I am realizing this is just going to be a challenge for me to overcome. I'm sure there are tons of people who won't touch tomatoes or peppers and I'm sure they can live gastronomically enjoyable lives. Right?
Is that even a word... gastronomically? If it's not, it should be.
I am going to need to revamp my style. That's all there is to it. I'll need to alter things a bit. Change things up. Branch out. Research.
On a more positive note, I added tree nuts in again today. Raw almonds and cashews, to be exact. And so far I am fine. There is a god. I do believe.
Today was a Tuesday and you know what that means, don't you? If you don't: see here. Today was even crazier than last week. I know it seems impossible, but it was. On top of last week's insanity, add in an ultrasound for Max through which he kicked and screamed and writhed with such strength and fury it took every ounce of my own strength and body weight to keep him still and I am here to say, I did not manage it. Oh and Ro screamed the whole way through, as if trying to offer moral support to his big brother. Add in Max running away from me twice while in the hospital and entering an elevator before I had even turned the corner to see him do so... and you begin to see what today was like.
When I brought the boys home I was shellshocked and shaking. It took an hour to calm down. An hour.
I prepared a roast early this morning for all the men in my life to eat while I munched on a salad. Aren't I just the best? Yeah. I would be really really great if I had remembered to tell Moose to put it in the oven, given that it roasts for 4 hours. I remembered at 430 as I was leaving work. Yey me.
So, I munched on a salad, while my children and husband ate take-out pizza. Lovely me. I take care of them so well, don't I? Of course Max ate an entire bowl full of cut up pizza. If only he would do that with meals I lovingly create instead of the crap that comes from my forgetfulness, things would be golden.
Though, he did eat something I made that is just about as good for you as you can get. As soon as I have a moment tomorrow, I'll post that here. It was a major coup. Stay tuned for a cauliflower coup, as well.
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