Food Challenge 28: Cindy vs. Maple Syrup

The food challenge was the least interesting part of my appointment this morning. First of all, I apparently cancelled my appointment on Friday when I called the doctor with emergency throat swelling, but I was not 100% on my game during that call and may not have actually said, “I want to not challenge food but I want to keep the appointment.” In any event, I brought food to challenge anyway, because when I woke up this morning, it seemed silly to go there just to say hi. So I settled on maple syrup, since I was pretty sure I could eat it (spoiler alert: I can) and just hadn’t been because a) I like pancakes better with sugar and b)trees have scared me since the pollen shots.

Anyway.

The reason this challenge is interesting, is because the doctor tried to set me up with another patient who was in for skin testing. It was like something out of a sitcom. Suddenly, the whole office turned into a bunch of yentas – “you’d be such a good match, both allergic to fish!” and “tell him what happens when you’re near horseradish at a bar mitzvah!” Allergist, allergist, make me a match…find me a find…

I rolled with the punches, of course. My suggested beau was way more tolerant of the skin test pain than I’d ever been, barely flinching. My fish test made me cry. Of course, I awkwardly told him that. And when his accompanying mother (apparently, she’s the usual patient) asked me if I could have lox (no) I decided to tell them how as a kid, all I wanted was chocolate covered lox, since I didn’t know what either tasted like but my friends all liked both. We got a good laugh. Which was nice, since the story was preceded by, “Did Cindy tell you she writes comedy videos? Come on, tell them about the videos! They’re funny!” So I guess I proved that?

There’s no wedding date set, but hey. They say it’s best to meet men by sharing a hobby/common interest; maybe an allergist and a shared fish allergy is the same thing?

“What do you do for fun?”

“I build model airplanes. And you?”

“I’m allergic to fish.”

Plus, I bet we can both have maple syrup.

Oh, and ps. I had no reason to be scared of maple syrup. It doesn’t have pollen in it. Neither does honey. Just an FYI. I love how much I learn every time I do a challenge. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t look forward to these appointments. If you’re going to risk your life challenging a food, it may as well be with one of the best doctors around who also happens to be super fun.

FOOD CHALLENGE TALLY

Cindy: 20

Allergens: 6

Up Next: Onion powder

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Oh, Dating with Food Allergies…

If I wasn’t half asleep I’d probably expand on this post a little more, but Howaboutwe’s Marla Pachter has it pretty much covered. Love her sense of humor about how awkward it can be to go on dates with a ton of food allergies. Read her article here. It’s hilarious.

Just a few comments, and excuse the potential lack of cohesiveness to this post — I do need to catch up on sleep now that I AM ON MY LAST FEW HOURS OF PREDNISONE after a whirlwind of 12 emotional, insomnia-filled days…

1. You’re not supposed to mention things like weird illnesses or awkward dealbreakers on a first, or even second date. It’s like, everyone has their thing, but you don’t need to broadcast yours to the world like it’s a bright red flag. So if my thing is food allergies, how do I not do that on a first date that’s dinner related? Yes, we can go to drinks or minigolf or the beach but if some guy says “Hey Cindy, I want to take you to dinner” and I say “Howaboutwe go minigolfing instead?” I’m sure he’ll say why, and then it’s like, do I lie? Do I say, “I just prefer minigolfing” and come off all weird and high maintenance? If it goes somewhere, he’ll find out that dinner’s hard, so there’s no use pretending it’s not. I guess I just have to be the girl guys don’t want to take to dinner. I have to give off a minigolfing vibe. Maybe invest in some polo shirts and golf cleats.

2. I have totally suggested a guy order food I was allergic to while on a date so that he would fail when he tried to kiss me. True story. I was all, “yeah, you should order that mushroom pasta, mmmm it sounds so good”  when he was debating between that and the dish I was having and then later I was like, “oh no! so sorry, you had mushrooms, let’s just wave goodbye…” Sometimes, you know at the start of the date where it’s going, and I saw it was going nowhere, and got myself out of what could have otherwise been an awkward head-tilt that’s only good for my amazing masseuse May. So, there’s a plus side to dating with allergies.

And now, for my long awaited sleep…