5 Stages of Grief When You Have a Peanut Allergy

For months I have been lobbying to go to Sweetie Fry, the hot new place that sells ice cream AND French fries.  I know, perfect, right?  I couldn't wait.

And then when we get there, just as I am about to put in an order for waffle fries and sweet potato fries, Foodgoat reminds me to ask whether they cook they use peanut oil.

Me: "Do you use peanut oil?"
Sweetie Fry's:  "Yes, we do."

And just like that, I plunge into the five stages of peanut allergy grief.

1. Denial — "You mean you use peanut oil for just some of your French fries, right?  You do have a batch of fries that aren't made with peanut oil, right?  Right?  Right?"
   
2. Anger — "It's not fair!  Who's awful idea was it to use peanut oil? I DON'T CARE THAT PEANUT OIL TASTES BETTER!"
3. Bargaining — "Maybe I can just have a little taste.  Maybe just one French fry ..."
4. Depression — "I'm so sad.  No fries for me. I'm so deprived."
5. Acceptance — "I'll just never, ever be able to have Sweetie Fry's fries, or Thai food.  Oh well."

It wasn't a total loss.  We did have their ice cream, and their ice cream is out of this world.  Rich, creamy and so delicious.  The Key Lime was so tart and flavorful Foodgoat was still tasting it the next day, and he only had a few bites.

But the fact that there is all this delicious fried potato goodness there too, that I can't have because it will literally kill me ... well, that seems worth crying about, right?

The worst part is the girls are probably allergic to peanuts too.  Such a bummer.