Sunday, March 27, 2011
And then, one Sunday I had scrambled eggs and home fries at my brother's house. Approximately 30 minutes later, I was in excruciating pain. Cramping, general pain. I stayed in the bathroom and bedroom for hours.
A couple days later, I had eggs again. The same feelings came up, faster and less painful, only because I had only a little bit of eggs as a test. I stopped eating eggs as a main dish.
I would eat eggs cooked into something else; cookies, breads, pancakes, and meatballs. Since I already have so many food restrictions, I was determined to conquer this egg enemy.
Two weeks ago, we had a lovely baby shower for my sister (in-law) Brooke. It was at Anne's house. More than just a fun person and great artist (see here), Anne can cook. She made a quiche with potato slices as the crust and it looked so delicious. Feeling brave, I took a slice.
One bite. So delicious, no issues. Second, third and fourth bites were even better. I only ate half of the slice, just in case I'd feel like crap. And you know what...? Nothing! I had no reaction.
Still a little hesitant, I made myself French Toast for dinner when the boys got a gluten filled pizza.
Friends, I can eat eggs again!