My love of all nuts, paired with The Canadian’s morbid allergy to nuts, has become somewhat of a vexing element in our relationship.
Hazelnuts, almonds, pine-nuts (especially pine-nuts) and even pecans are in my top 10 list of likes…
Not so for the Canadian. Not. So.
If you changed the term “likes” for the term Kryptonite, then we would be getting warmer.
For the first 20 or so years of his life, he was scrupulously cautious and unadventurous with his choice of comestibles and managed to survive the entirety of this portion of his days sans Epi-pen (a.k.a MASSIVE needle with a single shot of adrenaline, used to kick start the body to quickly begin staving off the anaphylaxis).
Enter The Australian (a.k.a Me).
In the 5 years that The Canadian and I have been madly in love, I have managed to play a part in over three episodes of anaphylactic shock. Specifically, in which the Canadian has ended up in hospital and in desperate need of the previously non-essential epi-pen.
In case you’re not good with numbers, that ratio does not look good.
One of these episodes occurred last winter when we were staying at a friend’s place after a music festival. Said friend was enjoying these delicious little muesli clusters and I, as the ever cautious and adoring girlfriend, meticulously scoured the ingredients list for any mention of nut inclusion.
Nil.
Me: “Try these, they’re amazing.”
TC: “Nah, you know I don’t like to mess around with that.”
Me: “Stop being so boring and try these, they’re delicious.”
3-7 minutes later, The Canadian enquires whether granola clusters in point have also caused my tongue to “tingle”.
I explained that I supposed he could say that (however mild and quite possibly imagined the level of tingling may be).
17-20 minutes later, The Canadian enquires whether the host would possibly have a Ventolin inhaler, because after 15 years asthma free, he could be in need of some kind of air passage dilation aid.
Note, no connection is at this stage, been made between any prior happenings or ingestions.
27-45 minutes later, The Canadian has gone all Woogie and I’m feeling the sharp clutches of the guilt police closing in on me.
Precisely 48 minutes later, we are in the E.R and The Canadian is being injected with antihistamines that are stronger than Gary Busey’s “normal” pills.
Needless to say that was the second last time I forced The Canadian to try something more exciting than tuna melts.
Props to him for always trusting me.
I love you boy boy.
Sounds like he loves you too.
Oh, he definitely loves you. lol. WOW!
That made me get all worried for him and then laugh. Those nuts are nuts! I know someone with a nut allergy and it is ridiculous the things he has to avoid. I'm most sad your "boy boy" has to avoid hazelnuts, which means he has to avoid Nutella which means he is seriously deprived. On another note, I am playing Captcha Balderdash on my blog right now and would LOVE, LOVE, LOVE if you played, too! If you have time, of course... :)
Of course he loves you ...so it is time to dispense with any of that old guilt. You are awesome and your man knows it!!
On another note, a few times when I have left you comments on your posts I have noticed later on that they didn't show up in your comments. Something funny is going on there chickadee.
xo The Empress
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Mynx and Annah Annah Annah- I'm almost positive he does!
Kelley- I know, it brings a tear to my eye knowing he will never get to experience the taste sensation that is nutella- I am in for captcha balderdash although I'm anxious at the idea that I may have peaked too early?
Empress! I was beginning to think you didn't luff me anymore ! The Canadian is a very lucky man. Actually, I'm really the one who's lucky ;)
I also had an issue with comments on yours, specifically the N.Z one, I wrote about how sorry I was and how we're trying to do some fundraisers over here for people affected !
Ugh poor Candaian!
(Not for the hospital thing, of course. Pffft. Pansy.), but for being all his life denied of the absolute bliss that is that package of "Canadian Maple Syrup Rosted Nut Mix" that is open in front of me (no shit) even as I type this.
It's culin-gasms (See what I did there? Culinary + Orgasms. F*ck I'm witty.) are equalled only by the Southern (American) Comfort of deep friend okra (*drool*) and the lips of a Spaniard after a cigarette and a glass of sangria.
But, maybe he isn't into trying the last one.
Dunno.
- B x
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We want a new post Corianda!
Corianda, this post made me chuckle. I really needed the laugh today..I feel for your boy and his inability to eat Nutella which is and always will be hazelnuts gracious gift to mankind. maybe in the future don't suggest any food to him? that will keep the 'guilt police' of your back eh?
Corianda, this post made me chuckle a bunch..thanks for the laugh I really needed it :) I'm sorry for your boy that he can't experience what is hazelnuts gift to mankind, without going into anaphylactic shock and almost ceasing to exist. May I suggest that you just avoid asking him to try anything new? that should keep the guilt police of your back eh? I like your writing style, can't wait to check out your other posts.