[reply]Actually that whole family were weird. Very weird.
Weird in what way?[/reply]
That wasn’t weird enough for you?!?!
Funnily enough I drove past their house the other day. Something I haven’t done in maybe 15 years - and her mum and dad were out the front doing the gardening!!! They still live there!! And look the same.
I was tempted to go and say hi but seeing as I broke up with their daughter back in 1995 and that break up involved me screaming “Fuck you, fucking whore” in the driveway at 2am while I was high as a kite, I thought it probably wasn’t the best idea I’d ever had.
I dug into some velvety duck pate, slapping it onto french crackers with aplomb. Really good nosh and went down a treat with some chili and garlic focaccia, pork pie and olives - and all washed down with some apple cider and then some rather nifty after dinner port, which I’d had tucked away under the stairs.
Sounds like a sensitivity to a specific food ingredient. Anything else you remember eating prior that resulted in the same effect?
Sodium bisulfite has the same effect on me as Peligro’s lunch did on him. At least I get a two minute warning (double-overed in abdominal pain) to make it to my destination if I happen to ingest it.
Gunnar, remember that late-night snack stand in Dublin? Ha!
