I went out to dinner with some friends Thanksgiving eve and for the very first time, I realized that if I take all the things I don’t eat, shouldn’t eat or am turned off to eating, there is not much left on a menu. Granted, the menu was pretty limited there, which didn’t help the situation. But I am a grown up! My 9 year old son shouldn’t have a more diverse inventory of foods he’ll eat than I do.
I used to get beyond awful migraines multiple times a month. Brutal. Started getting them at 18 and they were relentless. Tried everything possible until finally, a doctor suggested I stay away from a list of foods. I’m now down to getting them maybe 4 or 5 times a month. So rule out yogurt, nuts, certain wines, certain cheeses, onions, processed meats.
Another? The women in my family are prone to cystic breasts. So upon advice, I stay away from anything with caffeine.
I grew up with a grandfather who owned a Kosher butcher shop. If you’ve never had kosher meat try grabbing a piece of leather and chew on that for awhile. There ya go. Ever been behind the scenes in any butcher shop? Then you’ll understand why the only way I have anything to do with meat is when it’s served to me buried under gravy, sauce or ANYTHING.
And bones? Can’t deal with them either. When my sister served our family individual Cornish hens for her first big home made dinner, I felt the blood drain from my entire body when she slide a plate of it in front of me. And the room started spinning on me. The funny part of that was the look my mom gave me when she saw my sister put that in front of me. It was a look of “I hope she doesn’t pass out at the table: mixed with “suck it up, because it is your sister’s first big dinner”. I sucked it up, because even at 33, my mom said so.
However, I do love ribs. Maybe that’s because the shape of the bones aren’t the typical bone shape? But of course I have an issue here too. The marinades and sauces are so high in sodium that I can’t eat them if I am too close to PMS or my cycle. The sodium turns into a cranky, irritable witch with a pressure headache.
I won’t eat past 8 PM because I’ll either have indigestion, not be able to fall asleep or have awful dreams.
And I rarely have 3 meals a day. Although it’s not the reason my dad thought it was when I was still living at home. According to him:
The reason you like soup so much, is because you are too lazy to chew.’
Dad? The real truth was that I was too lazy to cook, not chew. Soup, microwave. Instant meal. Minimal steps. (Or maybe my jaw was too tired from gnawing on Kosher meat.) At this point in my life however, I rarely eat the three meals because ten other things on my “to do” list have a higher priority.
Maybe though, it’s all for the best. If I could and did eat everything I wanted, 3 times a day I’d be fighting and writing about an entire other food issue: Self control.
On a side note: I have something new to share with you on December 1st. Stay tuned….