Boy, do I not like food intolerances. Years ago my very wonderful sister realized that she could no longer eat red bell peppers. How rough is that? I personally love red peppers, so I can only imagine that it is particularly frustrating for her. Naturally, I control my urge to make red pepper heavy treats until she is back at her apartment in Brooklyn. And then...

...I like to make red pepper bruschetta. It involves a little sauteing of onion, pepper, and garlic and then a little olive oil "grilling" of crusty bread. For good measure, it may include a quick grate of parmesan.

I lived most of my life thinking that I could eat whatever I want. That is, until last summer, when I started to have allergic reactions to raw
apples. Occasionally I can eat one unscathed, but when I start to feel my throat swell, I am quickly reminded that I should probably avoid those sweet, tempting fruits. Every time, it just leaves me wondering, how do other people cope with being told they can't eat something that they love?