Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Time for a Re-check

It's been over 10 months since I got the No Bacon Death Sentence (tm), and today I went for the blood test that will tell me whether or not my alpha gal number has receded and possibly be at zero.  I should know within the next week what the results are, and I've got my fingers crossed and a frying pan at the ready.

During my visit to the allergist yesterday, we discussed what re-testing actually means.  She told me that quite honestly, she felt like she could never tell anyone that they were home free to go back to their carnivorous ways, because the medical community was still learning about the whackadooiness of this disease.

The biggest problem is that it doesn't have a readily repeatable reaction for everyone.  For some people, they can eat bacon every day for weeks and have no reaction.  Then, on Day X, they have a severe anaphylactic reaction that requires the Epipen or two, a trip to the emergency room, etc.  There are folks who can't even smell meat cooking without having an issue.

I'm kind of on the fence about it, because part of me cannot wait to have steak...especially since I've been hanging out in the Great Midwest for quite a bit of this year, and it's hard to get away from beef and pork when you are there.  On my last trip to South Dakota, I ate the Ruby Tuesdays salad bar twice because I couldn't find a local place that served anything exciting in the poultry range.

I would look at the menus online for the local joints, and they would have PAGES of steak and pork options, and then there were the 3 chicken items:  1) grilled chicken salad, 2) grilled chicken breast and some vegetable, and 3) some chicken pasta, usually alfredo and probably had bacon thrown in for good measure.  Bah. 

The other part of me is continually wondering if I really could eat meat again and be okay. Or, will I always have that worry in the back of my head that this might be the pork chop that sends me to the hospital?

Back to the allergist. So, if the test comes back with encouraging results, she said we could do a controlled ingestion test in the office and see what happens...that means I get to eat some meat and have them watch me to see if I go into anaphylaxis.  I have already decided that if we get to that stage, I am NOT going to drag in some fast food monstrosity...if I am going down, I am going down with something AMAZINGLY tasty.  It might be the very last time I get to eat it, and it better be worthy of living on in memory.  I'm thinking something along the lines of those brontosaurus ribs that Fred Flintstone gets in the opening credits of The Flintstones. 

Yabba.  Dabba.  Doo.

Thursday, February 05, 2015

Fifty Shades of Chicken

This poultry-only lifestyle is getting a bit old.  I try to supplement with seafood when I can, but chicken is just the easier go-to option.  I am throwing turkey in where I can, too, but still...

I almost mugged a guy in the Atlanta airport a few weeks ago for sitting down near me in the gate area and eating a Five Guys burger.  That burger smelled like unicorn tears and angel feathers, and it was all I could do to not launch myself across the seats and snatch it from him like a rabid animal.  I ended up moving to a completely different gate area across the hallway to get away from him.  I was a bit afraid for his life and his burger.

So, whilst wandering around the house and dusting, I spied a cookbook that might help with elevating the humble chicken a bit.  Not that I have been eating totally bland and boring meals, because Prince Charming has been pulling out the stops at dinner to spice things up as he works through a couple of Indian cookbooks, and I am extremely grateful for his generosity.  But that means I've not been cooking much lately, and I feel the need to get back on that track.

Back to the dusting.  I rediscovered a gift from a  previous Christmas called Fifty Shades of Chicken.  Yes, it is a parody of *that* book, and it is absolutely hysterical.  There's a website, http://www.fiftyshadesofchicken.com, with a video that's a hoot, too.  The recipes have names like "Mustard Spanked Chicken,""Extra Virgin Breast," and my favorite title, "Backdoor Beer Can Chicken"...you get the picture.  I've made a couple of things out of the book, and they were good.  The intro to the recipes is the best part.  To be honest, I've not read any of the Fifty Shades books.  I tried...I got to the 3rd or 4th chapter in the first one, and my brain just shut down from the bad writing and horrific lack of depth to the female character.  Don't think I am above reading some racy stuff, because I like a good, well-written, semi-historically accurate bodice ripper or sexy supernatural romancey thing that doesn't devolve into insane menages with men who have hair down to their ankles. (Looking at you, Laurell Hamilton.  You totally ruined the Anita Blake series with your inane attempts at soft porn...just ruined it. Besides, all that hair would totally get in the way.)

I also like that there are pictures of the techniques, as well as the finished recipes.  Pictures like this:

Need I say more?

Next time, adventures in turkey sausage! (hahahahahaha!)