No Parsley on My Supper…

Blue to the sky…because I have a shrimp allergy.  Really!

I’ve had some strange responses to my request for food free of any shrimp but that has to be the strangest.  She said it was because the parsley sits around all day and when she sees “allergy” on the order she is always very careful.  Well bless her little heart but I have trouble imagining everyone who has touched the shrimp all day dipping their fingers in the parsley just to see how it felt.  Oh well.  I took my vitamin C today so I’ll be OK without it.

Allergies are a huge problem when eating in restaurants like I have been this week.  They are an embarrassment for the people who have them and an inconvenience for the wait staff and kitchen crew.  Most of the younger chefs are very tuned in to the concept and use much care but some of the old timers have a little more trouble with it. I have a dark fear that some spiteful cook might just test me to see if I really am allergic some day.

Larger chain type venues seem to be quite well versed in what to do but I still have to scrutinize my order.  For example tonight I wanted Chicken Parm at the Boston Pizza and I had to have her check to see if it was deep fried in the same fryer as the shrimp.   It was so I had to change my order.  Last night I had to have the girl at Shoeless Joe’s see if the fries and shrimp were cooked in the same place.  They were so again I had to change my order.

Places like BP are very smart about things like gluten allergies and have GF on their menu.  Things like dairy and egg allergies must be a nightmare for everyone involved.

I often threaten, and some day I will carry through, to create a business card style notice I can carry with me which alerts to the allergy.  Then I can I just hand it to the waitress, with no fuss or fanfare and have her take care of all my concerns without making a big deal of it in front of the people I may be with or the people around me.  The card could include instructions about fried food and perhaps even tell the waitress what to do if I have a reaction to something.

So that is my Thursday rant and if you ever go out for dinner with me my $140 epipen is in  my purse.


About Peggy Guiler

You just never know what show up on my blog. As the name implies it is about the stuff of life just like Spilt Milk. Everyday events spark thought and contemplation. Special events in the community, the country or the world may strike a cord and get me talking. Sometimes it's about people in my life or circumstances, sometimes about my garden, sometimes about a book or a political issue. Always it's about something I am passionate about. In my business, River of Hope Enterprises (, I work as an "Certified Coach" (International Coach Federation), a trainer, consultant and speaker. and as a spiritual director. I also drive a school bus to keep the wolf from the door while I build my business. I love the kids on the bus (most of the time). My family is grown and I have three grandkids who thrill my heart but I don't get to see any of them very often. Circumstances of life have made "family" difficult. My son died by suicide at age 16 in 2000 and the strain on our family relationships since has been huge. Mental health is a field where I worked for almost 22 years and where I still do some consulting and training. That combined with my own battle with depression and my son's death weave together to form some of my greatest soap box items: suicide intervention, suicide bereavement and peer support in mental health are right on the top of my list. Social justice is an underlying passion. Keeping the wolf from the door as a single parent was full-time work and my career path as a journalists was augmented with cleaning contracts, cooking, retail clerk, and bartending. I have known hard work and am grateful for the experience and perspective it has given me. A firmly grounded faith and a passion for learning has now taken me toward a new field as a Spiritual Director and I am soon adding to that a license to marry people. As I move toward retirement I am very aware that I have to keep working so I chose to do things which will meet my modest financial needs and also my love of supporting people in their life journey. Woven into all of this is my love of writing. Trained as a Journalist, and having worked in the field as a freelance news writer for many years, I have a great love for writing. This blog is a new beginning for me. As I hone my skills and begin to form a daily discipline of writing I hope it will lead to more writing in the future.
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One Response to No Parsley on My Supper…

  1. Mine is never very far away from me.
    Good Post Peggy.

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