Thursday, October 6, 2011
I love my NON-Dairy Dating Life!
Receiving flowers at work is the BEST! :) I love dating! Life is good!
I think we all should learn to appreciate to love our life just as it is! Count your blessings each day...thank God for the people he has placed in your life. Not everyone will like us, and that is OK! I choose to spend my time and energy focusing on what/who I have and where I am going, while putting my trust and faith in my Heavenly Father!
Sunday, June 26, 2011
My NonDairy Dating Life~ Blue Bell Creamery
<The names have been changed...>
Socal, came to visit me and I decided to take him on a Tour de Tejas. It was his first visit to the Lone Star State so I tried to give him a good taste of Texas food and culture. One of our stops included the Blue Bell Creamery in Brenham, Texas.
We took the tour around the factory, and it made me think of Willy Wonka's Chocolate factory. I was expecting oompa loompas to be there making ice cream. Our tour guide stopped and asked if anyone knew the Blue Bell slogan...no one responded, so I raised my hand and said, "we eat all we can, and sell the rest." Yes, the one person in the whole factory who was allergic to dairy answered the question, little strange right? LOL:) I was quite proud of myself.
The creamery uses milk from approximately 50,000 cows each day. Not of much value to a person with a dairy allergy. My favorite form of beef is Prime Rib...how many ounces of prime rib would come from 50,000 cows? Anyone have a good guess?
Thursday, June 2, 2011
My NonDairy Dating Life: Red Flags!
Beef, it's whats for dinner!
<Disclaimer: The names have been changed to protect the guilty.>
Once upon a time, in a chapter that has since been concluded, a young man named Jork was trying to impress me by inviting me over for Sunday dinner at his place. When he invited me over, I asked if the meal had any dairy in it at all, and he replied that it did not. A few other people came over as well to have dinner at his place that afternoon. We all sat around the table and began to serve ourselves. Dinner consisted of roast with carrots & potatoes, gravy, and salad (w pears, craisins and poppy seed dressing-yum). Quite a good meal in my opinion.
Well, I was one of the first to start eating, but as Guy was putting roast on his plate, he asked Jork, "exactly what is in the roast?" Jork started listing off the ingredients, and once I heard "cream of chicken soup," I dropped my fork! It was too late, I had already taken at least 5-6 bites of the beef.
I began to drink a lot of water, and asked for some benadryl. He did not have any, and the stash in my purse had expired. So, I took an instant melt seasonal allergy medicine that he had, and my stomach medicine (for nausea). I sat and drank some more water, trying not to panic. I do become quite worried, because my throat/tongue have been known to swell in the past:( A hurricane began to swirl in my stomach, and I decided that before I got sick, I should leave. He walked me out to the parking lot and apologized repeatedly. It was a nice excuse to get a few good hugs from someone who things were still 'new' with. He walked me to my car with his hand on my back, which was quite nice. He apologized a few more times after opening my car door for me, and then came the best part...he offered to take me to my favorite restaurant of all time, The Taste of Texas (steakhouse). Of course, I smiled and accepted the invitation. This sort of made up for the idiot mistake of not realizing that CREAM of chicken soup had CREAM in it. Another word for CREAM could be MILK FYI! The Taste of Texas Medium Prime Rib, salad bar, and amazing bread with raspberry jam kind of made up for it;)
Well, I was one of the first to start eating, but as Guy was putting roast on his plate, he asked Jork, "exactly what is in the roast?" Jork started listing off the ingredients, and once I heard "cream of chicken soup," I dropped my fork! It was too late, I had already taken at least 5-6 bites of the beef.
I began to drink a lot of water, and asked for some benadryl. He did not have any, and the stash in my purse had expired. So, I took an instant melt seasonal allergy medicine that he had, and my stomach medicine (for nausea). I sat and drank some more water, trying not to panic. I do become quite worried, because my throat/tongue have been known to swell in the past:( A hurricane began to swirl in my stomach, and I decided that before I got sick, I should leave. He walked me out to the parking lot and apologized repeatedly. It was a nice excuse to get a few good hugs from someone who things were still 'new' with. He walked me to my car with his hand on my back, which was quite nice. He apologized a few more times after opening my car door for me, and then came the best part...he offered to take me to my favorite restaurant of all time, The Taste of Texas (steakhouse). Of course, I smiled and accepted the invitation. This sort of made up for the idiot mistake of not realizing that CREAM of chicken soup had CREAM in it. Another word for CREAM could be MILK FYI! The Taste of Texas Medium Prime Rib, salad bar, and amazing bread with raspberry jam kind of made up for it;)
Back to my rant about the cream soup...WHO puts cream of CHICKEN soup in BEEF roast anyway?!?!?! NEVER thought to ask that question before! That's totally weird and disgusting in my opinion! These are Jork's words, NOT mine, so I am not agreeing, only stating a direct quote: He called it a "white trash roast recipe." lol! No further comments.
I headed to the nearest resting place, which happened to be my parents house and took some pepto & benadryl and then laid down. I only got sick twice, and then passed out from all the medicine I had taken. Of course, mother knows best and told me never to go out with that boy again. But did I listen? No! :) The moral of the story is, if the person who is 'interested' in you poisons you, it is a Red Flag, RUN! In conclusion, I do appreciate the experience as it taught me a few things.
UPDATE:
~Summer 2011~
So, recently I went on a few dates with a guy from Sandy, UT. I told him about this story. He also did NOT know that CREAM of chicken soup had cows milk in it! He said he had heard of the 'white trash' receipe and thought that EVERYONE put cream of CHICKEN soup in BEEF roast. I paid attention to this red flag! Bye bye bug boy! Go me! I'm learning;)
UPDATE:
~Summer 2011~
So, recently I went on a few dates with a guy from Sandy, UT. I told him about this story. He also did NOT know that CREAM of chicken soup had cows milk in it! He said he had heard of the 'white trash' receipe and thought that EVERYONE put cream of CHICKEN soup in BEEF roast. I paid attention to this red flag! Bye bye bug boy! Go me! I'm learning;)
Thursday, May 5, 2011
My Non-Dairy Dating Life ~ Baby, I was born this way
Ok, for Entry #1, we will go back a few years to when I was in a 'serious relationship' with Dun. We were on a date downtown. We parked at a FREE meter near a Cuban restaurant, (if you know Dun, you know that he loves free things). After eating, we were going to walk a few blocks to Minute Maid Park for the Astros game.
We ordered, I asked for a chicken dish with veggies on the side (green beans). I asked the waiter if there was any dairy (e.g. cheese, milk, or butter) in the meal and he assured me that there was not. I was really hungry by the time the food came out. I started eating away, and midway through the green beans, my lip started to swell. I like to call it “cheap Botox,” I begin to look like a supermodel who has had one to many shots of the toxin. The side effects suck!
My reaction to dairy products varies depending on the product I consume. This outlines my reaction with butter:( The green beans were soaked in it. Most of my dairy encounters occur when I am so hungry that I don’t wait after the first few bites for a reaction. I just trusted that the waiter knew what he was talking about when he said no dairy. I used to think that this kind of thing happens as a result of the language barrier between us, his native language being Spanish, but I have concluded through my years of experience with this that it is much more than that. Even when explained in the native language, this concept is not understood by some cultures. The concept of “no dairy” is foreign to many people.
We were the only people in the restaurant, but still the service was sluggish. We called the waiter over and he took the plate away. I don’t think he offered to compensate us for the meal that was now lost and making me very sick. This was a relatively new relationship, and I don’t like making scene when this occurs, so we went on to the Astros game. I love attending sporting events and I really liked this guy, so I wanted to stick it out. We walked a few blocks to Minute Maid Park, and I felt trouble brewing in my belly! I needed medicine and fast! On a positive note, my lips looked voluptuous and kissable for my date.
Those few blocks seemed like miles to the storm brewing in my stomach. We got to the baseball park, and found the first aid room. I didn’t consume enough butter for the swelling to go beyond my lip, so I didn’t need to add benadryl to the mix. They gave me a shot of Pepto…gotta love the liquid pink stuff! It is my friend for sure! I can’t swallow the pills very easily and I think more of the chewable tablet gets stuck in your teeth than makes it to your stomach. The liquid works fast…but in this case, not fast enough! Too much time had gone by (probably 20 min), so I rushed to the nearest restroom just in time. What you never want to happen to you on a date, happened, at least it was a public bathroom;) So much cannot be said for a date I had with a guy years later, but I’ll save that for another blog. So out of the phrase: “the good, the bad and the ugly”…this is the ugly part for sure.
Dun and I went on to date for a while, we shared the same sense of humor which is what made this story in my non-dairy dating life humorous.
We ordered, I asked for a chicken dish with veggies on the side (green beans). I asked the waiter if there was any dairy (e.g. cheese, milk, or butter) in the meal and he assured me that there was not. I was really hungry by the time the food came out. I started eating away, and midway through the green beans, my lip started to swell. I like to call it “cheap Botox,” I begin to look like a supermodel who has had one to many shots of the toxin. The side effects suck!
My reaction to dairy products varies depending on the product I consume. This outlines my reaction with butter:( The green beans were soaked in it. Most of my dairy encounters occur when I am so hungry that I don’t wait after the first few bites for a reaction. I just trusted that the waiter knew what he was talking about when he said no dairy. I used to think that this kind of thing happens as a result of the language barrier between us, his native language being Spanish, but I have concluded through my years of experience with this that it is much more than that. Even when explained in the native language, this concept is not understood by some cultures. The concept of “no dairy” is foreign to many people.
We were the only people in the restaurant, but still the service was sluggish. We called the waiter over and he took the plate away. I don’t think he offered to compensate us for the meal that was now lost and making me very sick. This was a relatively new relationship, and I don’t like making scene when this occurs, so we went on to the Astros game. I love attending sporting events and I really liked this guy, so I wanted to stick it out. We walked a few blocks to Minute Maid Park, and I felt trouble brewing in my belly! I needed medicine and fast! On a positive note, my lips looked voluptuous and kissable for my date.
Those few blocks seemed like miles to the storm brewing in my stomach. We got to the baseball park, and found the first aid room. I didn’t consume enough butter for the swelling to go beyond my lip, so I didn’t need to add benadryl to the mix. They gave me a shot of Pepto…gotta love the liquid pink stuff! It is my friend for sure! I can’t swallow the pills very easily and I think more of the chewable tablet gets stuck in your teeth than makes it to your stomach. The liquid works fast…but in this case, not fast enough! Too much time had gone by (probably 20 min), so I rushed to the nearest restroom just in time. What you never want to happen to you on a date, happened, at least it was a public bathroom;) So much cannot be said for a date I had with a guy years later, but I’ll save that for another blog. So out of the phrase: “the good, the bad and the ugly”…this is the ugly part for sure.
Dun and I went on to date for a while, we shared the same sense of humor which is what made this story in my non-dairy dating life humorous.
Thursday, April 28, 2011
About Me
I am allergic to dairy, love the Temple, have really funny dating stories, and love to dance! This is my blog talking about all of it. Oh yea, and I love my dog Mr. Binks. Follow him on twitter @mrbinks2009
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