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Last week, with the go-ahead from both our pediatrician and allergist, we gave Jacob wheat for the first time in over two months. I made sure we didn’t have anywhere to go, anything out of the ordinary to do, and watched him very closely both while he ate and afterward. Almost a week later, I’m still checking diapers for any sign of reaction, if you catch my drift, but so far? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. For the record, we hadn’t noticed any adverse reaction in him before, apart from the skin test. Either way, finally, and with many shouts of praise, BREAD IS BACK.
Gone are the days of paying six dollars for a miniature loaf of “bread” each week. Can I get an “amen”?
The allergist recommended matzo, since it’s pretty much just wheat flour and water. I liked to think of Jacob’s diet those first few days as that of a carnivorous kosher vegan. Once that was deemed successful, we tried rosemary ciabatta . . . and then dairy-free, egg-free cookies . . . and then baguette . . . and Cheerios . . . and Italian bread. All were raging successes. One word comes to mind when we put a piece of bread in his hand: gobble. I don’t think we have to worry about the little man’s weight anymore.
When I was in high school, I worked in a Panera Bread restaurant. No, I never got tired of the food. At the orientation session (“Planet Bread”) the other new employees and I had to recite over and over, with increasing volume, “Bread is our passion, soul, and expertise!” My friend Adam thought I was joining a cult. Of course that wasn’t the case, but man, oh man, is it good to have bread back in our lives.
Next step, eggs! The recent failed attempt may have been because the eggs weren’t fully cooked—apparently that can happen in the inside of French toast. We’re starting with egg matzo, of course, and hoping for the best!
Operation: Fatten That Child is making steady and happy progress. Onward and upward!