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It must have been an uplifting experience for them.

Something I read once that stuck with me as true : shared values are more important than shared interests. My husband and I want the same things out of life in the big picture. We have those giant sprawling conversations where you solve all the worlds problems. That’s way more important than the fact that he loves

Totally agree with this. I think we’ve married the same man. He has the same worldview as me (the look-at-eachother-at-a-party-with-raised-eyebrows-and-know-we’re-thinking-the-same-thing, thing), and we have the same living preferences - like being super frugal and liking cats. He’s extremely attractive to me and he’s

As a longtime married, who would marry my husband all over again, I’ve learned something really important:

I went to college with a girl who died from a peanut allergy. She ordered chili and asked if the meat was cooked in peanut oil. The answer was no, so she ate a couple bites and then her throat closed up because the chili was thickened with peanut butter. She died in the car while her friends frantically drove her to

I have an allergy to raw tomatoes (among other things). One of my “friends” refused to believe that someone could be allergic to tomatoes at all, much less just raw ones. She decided to test me by serving me a burrito with tomatoes hidden inside it. Thank goodness my allergy isn’t a life threatening variety. Thanks

While I agree with your overall point, I think there is a distinction between “not liking” and “allergy” as far as the kitchen is concerned. I always take any special diet requests very seriously. If someone “doesn’t like tomatoes” that means not putting tomato ingredients in their food. If they’re “allergic to

A friend has this issue. Something about when they’re frozen or pureed it’s fine, but when they’re just fresh and whole they can kill him. There are a bunch of other things he’s also allergic to, but I don’t remember the list. He also had no allergies until age 31, so, fun times.

The ones that I’ve read said the opposite. Huh. Whether he went back to an orphanage or not, the fact that they were raffling a baby in the first place is quite horrifying. There are some words in the English language that should never go together as a phrase, and “baby raffle” are two of them.

I love mangoes. My stomach does not love mangoes. A restaurant once failed to honor my “seriously, no mango in this please” request and I ended up projectile vomiting all over everything, in full view of a ton of potential customers.

Especially nut allergies. Those and shellfish allergies are the most likely to kill you, possibly within just a few minutes. My aunt and stepfather-in-law both have serious shellfish allergies, and we eat a lot of shellfish. So whenever they come over for dinner we just keep the food we’re going to use in another

I had a coworker (who was otherwise an excellent server) get fired because he told someone a dish was nut-free when it actually had a cashew spread on it. We were busy, and he forgot, but it was extremely careless. He didn’t even bother to mention the allergy to the kitchen. I saw her get carted off in an ambulance on

Thank you for writing this and for sharing this person’s story. I hope this gets mainpaged on every website across the interwebs. My daughter has a serious allergy to tree nuts (as in her throat will swell shut and she could die) and a good fifty percent of the time, when asking the server about the ingredients of a

Bananas, plantains and avocados, and the sheer number of times some asshole has informed me that “you just don’t like ethnic food” or (the reason I ate for free at On The Border for the entire tenure of the manager that was dating my cousin) “don’t be such a bitchbaby about a little guacamole, it’s not that

I’m allergic to tomatoes, potatoes and all other nightshades, people NEVER believe me.

I’ve never commented on Kinja nor have i felt compelled to. But I can’t help myself; the current state of America is completely fucked. Period. And no one is listening.