Sometimes even the best 'allergy' biscuits aren't good enough
It’s easy for me because I don’t have allergies. See me absent-mindedly throw a piece of cheese into my mouth and watch as I scarf down a buttery croissant glazed in egg. And have you tried the honey glazed mixed nuts from Waitrose? Yum.
My youngest daughter sees me do all of the above. And then she watches her three siblings make orgasmic noises when they eat a chocolate biscuit.
She watches and she learns that life with allergies is not fair and she can’t eat like the rest of us.
I try not to be insensitive about allergies. If we are out and I don’t have an allergy-friendly option for my youngest, then my older children go without. Too right they whine, but we just ask them to work out how many times they have eaten dessert while youngest sister ate a square of dark chocolate. (Clue: we’re in the high hundreds.)
I do my tra-la-la you-won’t-go-without-cake baking, I make sure my girl has a cupboard full of treats and I courier vegan cookies to school in the event of an unexpected-school-celebration-that-involves-dairy.
And guess what? Some days that is just not enough, because my girl wants to eat exactly the same chocolate biscuit as her siblings.
It happened last night. No matter that she’d had a lolly while the others ate the biscuit, no matter that my latest failed dessert (I called it ‘Squidge’)still turned out to be yummy and allergy friendly and no matter that last week and the week before there was egg free cake in every cupboard.
At bedtime she said: “Why do I have to have allergies? I want to eat a Rocky (chocolate biscuit) like the others.”
Not much I can say to that is there? When it happens I deflate a little inside, give her a cuddle, say soothing, upbeat things and we both feel rubbish.
Life with allergies is tedious, boring and not very fun at all. Do you find that? Go on, hit me with your gripes about allergies! Who knows, it might cheer us up in a sort of ‘we are all in the same crappy boat’ kind of a way.
And by the way, I haven’t forgotten that I write a recipe blog (as opposed to a random, whining blog). I had high hopes for my ‘squidge’ cake, but I don’t think it will see the light of day again.
Recipes are happening. Just not very quickly.
Until the next time fellow allergy whingers...
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