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Today I discovered what I believe to be a tiny little food allergy.
I suspect it stemmed from the lovely and ohhhh so tasty crab meat casseroley whatsit at the Hong Kong Super Buffet. Captain and I have long had our suspicions that the crab meat wasn't really crab meat, but was that faux stuff you can buy on the cheap in large quantities.
A week or two ago we braved Red Lobster for the first time since that ill fated dinner of November, 2004. It was tasty. I had lots of things that used to live under the water. Including some snow crab legs and a lobster butt. Since the meat was still in the shell and I had a devil of a time getting the meat out of the shell with those nut crackers and the tiny little fork you get, I firmly believe that meat was real crab.
No adverse reactions, although I was on the lookout for anything because long, long ago I have vague memories of eating some kind of stuffed deviled crab whatsit out of a claw - The Claw, the CLAW - and breaking out in hives. And while it wasn't life threatening and my family and my pharmacist all seemed to be amused by it in the end, it did stick with me enough to be have a moment of concern whenever I sit down to eat seafood.
Not tonight though!
Tonight I was all - hee, tasty tasty crabbywhatsit casseroley thing. Is tasty. And vaguely crab like.
And in the car on the way home I realized that oddly enough my lips were both numb and tingly at the same time. As I watched red patches began to form on my face, arms and upper chest. My breathing was fine, so I wasn't panicking or anything. More of a "Well fuck" than anything.
That is, of course, when my dear husband decided to drug me up with antihistamines and watch me sort of wobble around all loopy after a bit until it was time to lie down in the bed and watch TNT until![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rewil called to tell me I should come back to the computer, at which point I could feel my lips again so all was good with the world.
I suspect it stemmed from the lovely and ohhhh so tasty crab meat casseroley whatsit at the Hong Kong Super Buffet. Captain and I have long had our suspicions that the crab meat wasn't really crab meat, but was that faux stuff you can buy on the cheap in large quantities.
A week or two ago we braved Red Lobster for the first time since that ill fated dinner of November, 2004. It was tasty. I had lots of things that used to live under the water. Including some snow crab legs and a lobster butt. Since the meat was still in the shell and I had a devil of a time getting the meat out of the shell with those nut crackers and the tiny little fork you get, I firmly believe that meat was real crab.
No adverse reactions, although I was on the lookout for anything because long, long ago I have vague memories of eating some kind of stuffed deviled crab whatsit out of a claw - The Claw, the CLAW - and breaking out in hives. And while it wasn't life threatening and my family and my pharmacist all seemed to be amused by it in the end, it did stick with me enough to be have a moment of concern whenever I sit down to eat seafood.
Not tonight though!
Tonight I was all - hee, tasty tasty crabbywhatsit casseroley thing. Is tasty. And vaguely crab like.
And in the car on the way home I realized that oddly enough my lips were both numb and tingly at the same time. As I watched red patches began to form on my face, arms and upper chest. My breathing was fine, so I wasn't panicking or anything. More of a "Well fuck" than anything.
That is, of course, when my dear husband decided to drug me up with antihistamines and watch me sort of wobble around all loopy after a bit until it was time to lie down in the bed and watch TNT until
rewil called to tell me I should come back to the computer, at which point I could feel my lips again so all was good with the world.Tags: