What I Really Want

Now, this is going to sound silly. But all I can think about lately is Nutella. I remember having it once as a kid, and really liking it. But that was before it was popular, and it was only sold at World Market. But now it's everywhere. On Pinterest, on Twitter, all up on my Instagram feed. But I have a problem, guys.

I can't eat it.

I forgot to share one of my many defections last week. I am horribly allergic to tree nuts. Which means, everything but peanuts because they are technically a legume (and they grow on a bush, not a tree). Hazelnuts, walnuts, almonds, macadamia nuts, cashews, pecans, you name it, I blow up like a balloon. But, I haven't always been allergic.

It came about when I was 19 years old around Christmas. I ate some fudge with walnuts in it and my face swelled up huge. I went to the ER because it was after my doctor's office hours and they gave me a steroid shot and suggested that I see an allergist, but it was most likely an isolated incident.

The next day I was eating a chicken salad sandwich at work. It had slivered almonds in it. Once again, I swelled up like Violet Beauregard. I hightailed it to my doctor's office where I got another steroid shot and strict orders to see an allergist.

I went to see the allergist and he confirmed that I am allergic to all tree nuts. So now I carry an epi-pen with me at all times, and have taught those close to me how to use it in case I am unable to. I've never had to use it (knock on wood), but I have had a few times where I was pretty darn close. I have to read labels carefully and be that annoying person at potlucks that asks who made what and what's in it.

So the Nutella.

I want it. I can't have it. I'm so terribly sad.