A lot of people have a "special relationship" with cheese. They love it, could easily eat it 24/7 and fantasize about going to France and eating cheese. I've always been pretty ambivelant about cheese. If given the choice of taking it or leaving it, I'd leave it. Ice cream has always been my dairy of choice.
Ice cream and I have a very special relationship. I love it! I look forward to summer when all the dairies in Massachusetts open and you can get fresh, delicious ice cream that is to die for. I almost always have a pint or two of ice cream in my freezer. One of my most memorable trips last year was visiting the Ben and Jerry's Factory Tour in Vermont. Proudly, I come from a long line of ice cream addicts. We are an ice cream passionate family - mention a city or town you've been lately and chances are good that someone in my family has been to all of the local ice cream shops and can give authoritative recommendations.
For the past year or so ice cream and I have started having a strained relationship. Without going into too much detail I'll say that as soon as I eat it I feel like vomiting for the next 24-36 hours. I soldiered through because I couldn't admit to myself that ice cream was the problem. How could an innocent cup of mocha chip with sprinkles be the problem? Maybe it was all the spinach I eat, I told myself. Maybe I need to lay off the jelly beans, I though. Maybe I need to stop fooling myself.
Two recent dairy incidents have given me pause: a cheese and cracker (and wine, but I don't drink) party in February and an ice cream date last night. Again, without going into too much detail, both incidents have made me very very sick. Sick to the point where I've considered staying home from work; sick to the point that I was convinced I was on a ship, seasick from the ocean swells; sick to where I couldn't sleep, couldn't eat, couldn't concentrate on anything other than being sick; just sick.
Looks like in addition to gluten (wheat, flour, rye, malt and barley), dairy is off the list. I did not mourn when I found out I couldn't eat gluten but I am ready to start bawling over the dairy. I don't mind missing out on milk and cheese, but ice cream?!?! NOOOO!!!! I've always thought sorbets and frozen yogurt but were lame substitutes for ice cream (and I'm going to have to see if frozen yogurt doesn't punish me). I am going to have to form a special relationship with . . . sorbet??? Oh the horrer! With gluten, I felt immediately better once I stopped eating it and haven't missed it at all. I've been learning to cook and starting to master baking. But ice cream? This one is going to hurt. Oh wait, it already does. >:
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