I said goodbye to my love affair with peanuts over 2 years ago. No more Reece’s cups, no more Snickers peanut butter squared, no more boiled peanuts, no more PB&J. I haven’t looked back since.
No, I’m not allergic to peanuts. My son is. You see, if I eat a Reece’s cup (a lifetime favorite treat for me), I can’t get near my son for hours. No kisses, no cuddles. Protein from the peanut stays in saliva for hours after consumption. I had to kiss my love affair with peanuts goodbye or I couldn’t kiss my son. I love peanut stuff but I love my son more.
This wasn’t an easy obsession to break. Peanut in some form or another was part of my daily routine. If I was eating healthy (usually lasting a day or two), I would eat peanuts with cheese. If I was eating unhealthy (the other 28 or 29 days of the month), I would eat a peanut butter candy of some sort, usually a Reece’s cup. I started out by refraining from eating peanuts while I was around my son. I could eat peanut products at work, as long as it was several hours before I had to pick up my son from daycare.
But then one day the daycare called and my son was sick. I had to pick him up just after I’d eaten peanut candy. Mommy fail.
So then, I just stopped eating peanuts altogether. It just wasn’t worth the risk. My son is severely allergic to even traces of peanuts. Once, my Dad had eaten peanuts several hours before giving my son a hug. As they hugged, their cheeks touched. My Dad had a beard that apparently still had traces of peanut “dust” in it from his earlier consumption. My son’s face immediately starting swelling and turning red, just from traces of peanut dust in my Dad’s beard. Crazy!
Of coarse, we cleaned out the pantry of any peanut contaminated food as soon as we discovered my son’s allergy. My other children and myself stopped eating peanut products over 2 years ago. I’m pretty sure my husband hasn’t completely broken up with Reece’s cups while at work…but still,
No peanut is welcome in my home!