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Savannah Snapshot – A Reaction


“Yes, I’d like to order the steak. Is it possible to have it cooked separately in a pan, rather than on the grill?” I asked.  The waiter confirmed that this was possible.  I handed him the laminated orange card that listed my food allergies. “Could you bring this back to the chef? I called ahead, but just want to double check.”

“Sure, not a problem miss,” the waiter responded, his eyes going a bit wide as he read the lengthy list of ingredients. He paused and walked away, our menus tucked under one arm.

I shared a look with my sister and sister-in-law.

“He seemed a bit overwhelmed by that,” I commented.

We debated the risks and safety checks we’d gone through for this restaurant before turning to comment on the decor. The restaurant was a historical house, and we were eating in a room that had previously been a nursery.  We commented on the dark wood, the paintings, the view of the square outside the window, and each took turns wandering the other rooms of the house, as the wait staff had encouraged us to do.

I took a deep breath as I looked into the different rooms. I had such success last night, I thought, I should try to relax and enjoy my meal more tonightI had eaten out successfully three times already with no allergic reactions. The only disappointment the night before had been my inability to thoroughly enjoy my meal due to fear of an allergic reaction.

I thought through the conversation I’d had with tonight’s restaurant staff before arriving, their assurances, and the possible risks of my meal. Steak was usually pretty plain, and therefore a safer option. The only concern was cross-contamination on the grill.

We had had a full and successful day of touring around, ending with a beer on a rooftop overlooking the river before coming to dinner.


This, right now, was the most stressful part of the day. I returned to the table, and apologized for being distracted.

“It’s okay,” my sister said, “this is the point of the trip! So you can practice doing things like this. And you’ve been doing great so far at balancing pushing yourself with using the safe food you brought with you.”  My sister-in-law agreed.

And then, our dinner arrived.  Mine with grill marks on it.  My heart pounded a little harder.

“Excuse me,” I asked the waiter, “was this cooked on the grill?”

The waiter said that he was not sure.  He didn’t think so.

“Could you check, please?” I asked. I waited. He returned, said that the chef had read my card, and that the meal should be fine.  He seemed miffed that I would push the question. I acquiesced, decided to eat slowly.

When you have food allergies, you should never allow yourself to feel bullied or pressured – by anyone, but especially by the restaurant staff – to eat the meal in front of you. I should have pushed the question, as the waiter never answered my initial question of whether the  meal had been cooked separately.

A few minutes into the meal, my hands went cold and started to shake. My gums were itchy. I stopped eating and informed my sister and sister-in-law that I was starting to have an allergic reaction.

I took a chewable anti-histamine as they finished their meals, my beautiful steak going largely untouched. My cheeks flushed, my stomach growled. I felt nauseous. We paid as soon as we could and left to return to the hotel, not knowing if we were headed towards a trip to the local ER or just an anti-histamine-induced drowsiness.

Slowly, the shaking subsided, my stomach calmed, the itching decreased.  No asthma developed, no tightening of my airways. I took a deep breath, frustrated and disappointed that I had ruined the meal and with my new fatigue, the rest of the evening. We sat in the lobby, debating our next plans.

“Well…” my pregnant sister-in-law began, putting her feet up on another nearby chair, “I could certainly use to put my feet up. Okay if we spend the rest of the night in?”

I smiled, relieved.  I didn’t have to use my Epipen or go to the hospital, and I didn’t have to take responsibility for having a night in while in Savannah. The restaurant may have been a flop (and I did call to complain later), but my travel companions certainly were not!

Tips for food-allergic travel:

-Even if you call ahead, pick out a meal, and talk with the wait staff, go with your gut. If a meal seems unsafe or if you are uncomfortable, don’t eat it.

-Don’t allow haughty (or overwhelmed, or confused) restaurant staff to bully you into eating an unsafe meal. They won’t be the ones paying for an uneaten steak or stressing about an allergic reaction.

-Do ask the questions you need to ask, and keep asking until they are truly answered.

-Do have awesome travel companions.


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Adventures in Savannah

“You’re pulling a ‘Mom’,” my sister said to me, nudging me with her elbow.

“No, she’s not – your mom has a gift for talking with strangers.  Johanna has a gift for finding people she already knows and talking to them, in any location.  Anywhere in the world. She’s pulling a ‘Johanna,'” my sister-in-law replied.  I smiled, adjusting my new sunglasses.


We were strolling through a sunny riverside market in Savannah, our last stop before returning to the hotel to dress for our early-bird-special dinner.  (When you have food allergies, eating on the early side tends to be safer).  I had just run into a woman I knew in the market.  She runs a coffee shop at a beach in North Carolina during the summer, and I had gotten to know her from several visits there in the past.  I did not expect to find someone I knew in Savannah, but was thrilled to make the connection!  The world wasn’t quite so big, after all.

We continued our walk back to the hotel, planning our outfits for the evening and reviewing the highlights of the day.

Not only did I survive my trip to Savannah with food allergies, I loved the spirit of adventure about the trip.  It was a balance of relaxed (our schedule and meandering pace) and planned-out (I’d researched each meal ahead of time). I’ll be posting several “snapshot” moments of the trip to share with you the details of food-allergic travel.  Overall, the trip was a success.  We explored the architecture of the city with a hop-on, hop-off trolley tour, ate dinner out with only one allergic reaction (and no trips to the hospital), visited a nearby beach and walked with our pale toes in the sand, went for a true Southern tea, and ended up on the same flight home as my dad (who had been traveling for business).  Oh, and since it was a girls’ weekend, there may have also been pedicures, shopping, and cupcakes involved…

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I’m not giving up chocolate for Lent.

Every year for Lent, Christians find something to “give up.”  For many, this is a second chance at a New Year’s Resolution, like giving up chocolate for the 40 days.  Over the past few years, I’ve tried to use this time as an opportunity not to give something up, but rather to add something in.  I’ve written in gratitude journals, tried to say nice things to others, and some of these have stuck even past Easter Sunday.

This year, I took on a bit of a bigger challenge.  I vowed to do something every day to appreciate my body.  This may sound a bit weird or simple, but it is really, really hard.  How many times a day do we think, “oh, my ____ is aching,” or, “if I lost a couple of pounds right here…” with the implication that then we would be love-able, or perfect, or even just acceptable?

Especially with a condition like food allergies, it can be very difficult at times to express love and positive feeling towards myself.  After an allergic reaction, I find it especially difficult to love myself and not feel betrayed by or angry towards my body.

But when we think negatively towards our body, it is near impossible not to think negatively about ourselves as a whole.  We’re not thinking, “if I lost those two pounds my body would be so much better, but my mind is already wonderful.”  (If you do think this, kudos to you).  We generalize, and it is hard not to internalize the negativity we direct towards ourselves.

So, for Lent this year, I decided to try to raise my awareness of what I’m saying and feeling about my body, and where possible, do something every day to appreciate the body I have.  To get a little religious on you – I believe this body I have is a gift from God, so I wanted to use Lent to appreciate it a little more.

Every day, I either worked out, did 10 minutes of yoga, or wrote in a journal something that I appreciated about my body.  It was much more difficult than I expected, and some days, I’ll admit, I let it slip.  Some days I was not pleased with my body, and the best I could do was think about how thankful I was for this body that was able to run around after my 2 year old niece earlier in the day.

I have not learned to love all my imperfections in 40 days.  But, I did raise my awareness and realize the times when I am most hard on myself, and when I might need a little bit more compassion for my body (after a reaction is one of those times).  I also realized that when I work out, when I go to bed early and when I put good food into my body, the appreciation grows.  I’m imperfect, and so are you, and that’s okay.


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