My Psychic Grandma and My Beard Papa.
She's not really my grandma, but she's really psychic. She's like my grandma though, and she loves me like a grandma, and I love her like a grandma, so that's why I call her my psychic grandma. ANYway, one day she said to me, "You know, you might have a wheat allergy. Try cutting wheat out of your diet and see if you don't feel better." The next day I had a check up, and my doctor said, "You know, you might have a wheat allergy. Try cutting wheat out of your diet and see if you don't feel better." That's just creepy.
My psychic grandma always laughs when I say, "That's just creepy" after she does things like that.
So I've been trying to cut wheat out of my diet. I'm already lactose intolerant, and I've found it's a lot easier to give up milk if you give up wheat at the same time. No milk and cookies. No grilled cheese. No baked brie with crackers. No pain au chocolate with cafe au lait. No cream puffs from Beard Papa.
Beard Papa is one of the main reasons I chose to go to school in New York City, even though I'm not very fond of New York City (the whole place kinda smells like pee...). People don't believe me when I tell them that Beard Papa was responsible for at least 15% of my decision to come to New York instead of London for my MA (the fact that my boyfriend of 5 years lives here was only about 12%). And don't give me any of that "but there's a store on Oxford street now!" business. There are FOUR locations in NYC, and there's a store right across the street from my school for christ's sake!
But one of the good things about this neither-wheat-nor-dairy situation is that I have a good excuse to eat sushi more often. That's about all that's good though...
Sushi is Japanese you know.
You know what else is Japanese?
Beard Papa.
My psychic grandma always laughs when I say, "That's just creepy" after she does things like that.
So I've been trying to cut wheat out of my diet. I'm already lactose intolerant, and I've found it's a lot easier to give up milk if you give up wheat at the same time. No milk and cookies. No grilled cheese. No baked brie with crackers. No pain au chocolate with cafe au lait. No cream puffs from Beard Papa.
Beard Papa is one of the main reasons I chose to go to school in New York City, even though I'm not very fond of New York City (the whole place kinda smells like pee...). People don't believe me when I tell them that Beard Papa was responsible for at least 15% of my decision to come to New York instead of London for my MA (the fact that my boyfriend of 5 years lives here was only about 12%). And don't give me any of that "but there's a store on Oxford street now!" business. There are FOUR locations in NYC, and there's a store right across the street from my school for christ's sake!
But one of the good things about this neither-wheat-nor-dairy situation is that I have a good excuse to eat sushi more often. That's about all that's good though...
Sushi is Japanese you know.
You know what else is Japanese?
Beard Papa.