Here's what nuts do to me:
My brother Philip thinks it's psychosomatic. That's a fair argument: our friend Tim HATES onions and will eat nothing that contains even a small amount of his accursed substance. But, if you simply don't tell him that onions are in there, he'll eat it happily. Don't tell him, but we've done that to him many a time. He's more sensitive now, though.
So, Philip will try the same thing on me: Try to slip me nuts in my cookies. When I catch on, he'll just say I'm hypersensitive and I can't really be allergic to nuts. But! But! How do you explain my EXTREME SENSITIVITY to nuts? I can tell in a very tiny bite if, for example, a chocolate chip cookie contains walnuts.
Another time, my friend Erin was cooking some packaged tortellini. I ate just a tiny bite of a tortellino, and said, "Woah, Erin, do these have NUTS in them?" She couldn't believe it. But we checked the ingredients, and sure enough, the very last ingredient was...walnuts.
I've learned about nuts now. Who would have known that filberts were nuts? Not me, until I swelled up like a balloon after eating a piece of Entemann's coffee cake, which is made with filberts. (In England filberts were always called hazelnuts, which is why I didn't know.)
If I tell you, "I'm allergic to nuts," and you respond with the line, "What are you doing hanging out with me then?" you should know that there are several hundred people before you who have made the same joke. Sorry.
These things are NOT nuts:
E. Stephen Mack
(estephen@emf.net)