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.
- 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?"
- Anger — "It's not fair! Who's awful idea was it to use peanut oil? I DON'T CARE THAT PEANUT OIL TASTES BETTER!"
- Bargaining — "Maybe I can just have a little taste. Maybe just one French fry ..."
- Depression — "I'm so sad. No fries for me. I'm so deprived."
- Acceptance — "I'll just never, ever be able to have Sweetie Fry's fries, or Thai food. Oh well."
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.