I am the LAHBSTAH

Notice the spelling and subsequent pronunciation of lobster. That was for you Jaime Van.

Lets start this blog off with a few disclaimers. First there will be no pictures of the following story because, well, it just wasn't pretty. And secondly, do not read if you have a weak stomach. Again, it was just not pretty. So here goes.............

Two weekends ago Jason was home, so I made seafood newburg. It has shrimp, scallops, lobster, crab, etc in a cream sauce over biscuits. It's a New England favorite that I fell in love with while visiting Jaime. Now I LOVE ME SOME SEAFOOD. Like seriously. Nine times out of ten, if we're out to eat, I'll be ordering sea food. I have eaten it my entire life in mass quantities. During deer season we even have "Lamy Seafood Extravaganza" where we gorge on shrimp and jumbo crab legs washed down with copious amounts of Miller Light (we stay classy that way). And never, up until about a week ago, have I had a problem with seafood. But now I have a new found allergy to SHELLFISH. I mean boo. Can there be a worse allergy to have as a seafood lover? Now I must say that I am allergic to tons of stuff. I have extremely sensitive skin and don't change detergent, lotions, shampoo, etc. EVER. I'm also allergic to coniferous trees, various types of wood and metal and so on. It's really manageable, I just don't touch stuff. But now I have a shellfish allergy which means I can't eat certain stuff. And just to state the obvious here, I love to eat. My new found shellfish allergy made my hands swell up and made the rest of my body turn bright red. Thus the lobster title. It was miserable. I went to the doctor and they congratulated me on strange case of the day. Go Me. It has been over a week, I've been through one pack of steroids and I am still itchy like crazy. At least no new red blotches have popped.

So living with a shellfish allergy is really not that big of a deal. Unless you go to Mongolian Bar-b-Que with your husband who loads his bowl up with shrimp and crab and scallops. I filled mine with steak and onions and mushrooms. Made me some fajitas that I did. Then you get up to the grill and you have to ask the guys to put up the food guards around your food so there isn't any cross contamination. And then they mock you. Because that's what the grill guys at Mongolian Bar-B-Que are paid to do. And then they ring the bell and announce to the whole restaurant that they have a customer with a 'sensitive stomach". Okay maybe none of that is true except for the food guard thing. By in my own neurosis of walking up to the grill that is what I envisioned. All was well except that Jason ate all the yummy seafood goodness in front of me.

We also went to our first Red Wings playoff game ever that weekend. And because I was already Red, I fit right in. The Joe was rocking until the wings started sucking. But hey, they picked it up in game 7 and whomped those yotes!

Buenos Dias people and stay away from the lahbstah!