Tuesday 23rd August 2011
I have recently been to an allergy clinic & amongst other things have been told that I have an allergy to lactose & mushrooms. The dairy came as no big surprise, having suffered from sinusitis for years I had worked that much out and as a result had already ‘cut down’ on my dairy in take. Besides, I could substitute most dairy products with soya by-products.
But the mushroom thing completely blind sided me. The idea of bolognese without mushrooms is just wrong. Bolognese is mushrooms & mushrooms are bolognese.
Zephy has always put up some resistance to mushrooms. Complaining that he doesn’t like them. Well, that’s when he realises they are on his plate & if he remembers that he told me that he doesn’t like them. In short, it is just another way to take back some control in a world where he is constantly told what to do & how to do it.
So when I told him I couldn’t eat mushrooms for the foreseeable future you would imagine he would say,
“Cool, good riddance to bad rubbish!”
“Oh Dad, I want mushrooms in my spaghetti bolognese.” He moaned.
Of course he did. 😉
So, last night, as we were walking across the lawn towards the house my son, Zephyrus, asked;
“What’s for dinner Dad?”
“Spaghetti bolognese.” I reply.
“Dad, can you put mushrooms in mine please.”
Cheeky sod. 😉