Saturday, November 23, 2013

My Story. Intro.

As I recently went to try and tell the story of my Celiac diagnosis, along with all the additional necessary background info that goes with it, not to mention the "foreground" info since, I realized that it has become quite a long and complicated tale. At least in my mind.

I can't really make it short and sweet. I always try to give the condensed version, but it ALWAYS ends up being way, way too long and detailed.

Nobody wants that kind of detail. Except maybe me. I've already forgotten lots of details, maybe important pieces of the puzzle that is my health.

So I think what I'm going to do is tell it here. Piece by piece.

Don't say I didn't warn you...

Play with your food.

I'm searching the interwebz today for Christmas ideas for little K. She needs some play food for her kitchen. Sounds pretty simple, right? Google to the rescue!

So I find things like this at Toys R Us:
Just Like Home Mega Grocery Playset -  Toys R Us - Toys"R"Us
I think there are maybe four things she has ever eaten in that whole conglomeration. It's either grains or nightshades!! (or both)

This was another that caught my eye:
Just Like Home Deli Shop Set -  Toys R Us - Toys"R"Us
And I realize that my kid must be super weird. She does know what bread is, she just doesn't know that the bread we eat is made out of different stuff than "normal" bread. She knows what a hot dog is, but only because there is a plastic one at Grandma's house with the play kitchen stuff. She often takes a slice of plastic pizza out of the oven, declares it too hot, blows on it, then offers me a slice. Her only experience with pizza is when Daddy eats it.

This might be more difficult than I thought.

Does this reinforce how ubiquitous our terrible eating habits have become as a society? Yeesh.

I'm done complaining now. Have a nice day!


Edit: I have one more thing to add since I have continued looking. PLEASE, PEOPLE, please stop saying that corn is a vegetable. Perhaps this should not irk me so, but it does. Corn is a grain. I should know, I'm from Indiana. (Although, there's more than corn in Indiana...)