Apr 4, 2006 4

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Hot dog with the works!

I have been getting better, but this intestinal healing is some sloooow going and you don’t want to push it. It’s kind of like going back to Baby Tummy. First, when you’re in a flare, you literally get a big, air-filled, protruding baby belly. Super-sexy. Second, in the same way that it might be inadvisable to feed a baby one of those excellent Chicago kraut-‘n’-pickle dogs with hot mustard and a side of chili fries, it is similarly better to feed baby belly things that are easily digestible on both the mechanical and heat indices.

Unfortunately, when you’re on the Specific Carbohydrate Diet, your bland choices are even more limited. There are no breads, rice, potatoes, puddings, custards, muffins, English muffins, crackers, pasta, tofu, quinoa, milk, oatmeal, Cream-of-Wheat, Jell-O or pretzels. And, since the things that make those things illegal, sugar and starch, mainly, are present in minute amounts in most convenience food, there is also no soup, that mainstay of baby tummy cuisine, unless one makes it oneself. From scratch. Including the broth.

When you have baby tummy, the last thing in the world you want to do is make your own goddam chicken soup from scratch. Homemade “Jell-O” (juice and knox gelatin), maybe. Chicken stock, no.

So life becomes very small and predictable. Omelette for breakfast. Hamburger and green beans for lunch. Banana in there somewhere. Maybe some (homemade) applesauce or (homemade) applesauce or (homemade) yogurt. Poached salmon, if I can find the wild-caught kind. (I’m not normally so fussy, but I get weird about genetically manipulated, pesticide-laden food when my immune system is being highjacked by 6MP.)

Which is why I freaked out when I went to my friend Kathy’s house yesterday and saw her son’s lunch. Or rather, smelled it. Broken up hamburger with peas and spinach, covered in ketchup, microwaved.

I thought I’d died and gone to heaven.

Fortunately, I already had some (homemade) ketchup, so all I had to do was load up on peas, spinach and ground sirloin, hurry home and cook it all.

As I’ve mentioned before, it was not ever thus, and it will not always be. My baby tummy will repair itself eventually, and be able to tolerate not only the full range of the SCD (which is not only diverse, but delicious and far better for you than the standard American diet), but the occasional illegal that creeps in here and there.

Until then? Slow is the new fast…
xxx
c

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