Food of My Dreams
I stuff fistfuls of potato chips into my mouth. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. “It’s four in the morning,” my husband says. “Are you eating chips?” I swallow and look down at the half-empty bag of Cape Cod...
View ArticleRenewed Faith: A Waiter Who Cared
The smiling white-coated waiter glided up to our rooftop table and introduced himself as Paul. “I understand there are some food allergies at this table,” Paul said, handing us leather-bound menus....
View ArticleFood Allergies and Vegetable Oil: What You Need to Know
Near our home in Colorado Springs is a Mexican restaurant called Carlos Miguel’s that people rave about. So last Friday evening, when the streets were icy and my husband and I didn’t want to venture...
View ArticleThe Return of an Allergic Foodie
Sometimes we need to take a break from our autoimmune illness and re-discover who we are.
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