Most people are lucky in the fact that they can go through life without having to deal with food allergies; they don't have to read the labels of packaged food to make sure there are no "this product" or "that product" that will ultimately cause major discomfort or worse.

I happen to be lactose intolerant and allergic to wheat; both of which run heavily in my mother's side of the family.

I ate my usual rice and veggies (my staple grain) and was perfectly fine downing a kettle of tea over the course of hours when I got a craving.

Now, I've been lactose intolerant for years--something most people grow out of but I grew into--so I was used to checking groceries for milk products. I was most irritated when I grew into a wheat allergy. I can't eat 85% of what America mass produces because they put wheat in EVERYTHING. I can't even enjoy spaghetti anymore. I just turn a blind eye to everything in the store now a days because it most likely has wheat; cereal, cookies, bread, snacks, etc. Can't eat them.

Most people's cravings are for ice-cream or chocolate or something. I had the weirdest craving today that I am now paying for:

Buttered Bread.

I was good, really I was. I haven't had a wheat product in probably ten days, been taking vitamins. But who doesn't enjoy buttered bread?

All day I was good at ignoring my craving, going so far as to immerse myself in tediously colouring something that I ended up trashing. I would have made it to bed if my roomie hadn't sat down with a salad and a small loaf of ciabatta bread next to me to chat while he ate.

....I was so screwed.

When you can't have something, it's ultimately the one thing you can think about; it consumes your every thought until it's all you think about.

My mouth was instantly watering and I couldn't take my eyes off the day-old freshly baked bread. It wouldn't have been bad if I wanted just bread, but all I could see was me eating it covered in a thick layer of creamy butter.

So that's what I did. I took a small loaf of his ciabatta bread (about 8 inches long), cut it in half, then covered the halves in a thick layer of real butter since my roomies used up my vegan butter and never told me.

I took lactaid pills, my face needs to be washed but the dairy isn't really bothering me. It's the wheat that has my insides in knots with a side of sharp, stabbing pains.

:C