Oh and we can’t forget that time we learned M. has the fanciest food allergy ever (I mean of course he does)…
“No allergies, no restrictions,” we assured our waiter as the four of us sat down to the tasting.
So wonderful to say that, we remarked. So liberating!
Looking back all I can thinks is how innocent we were!
Several hours later, they brought out matsutake mushroom eau de vie — just a little something the kitchen is experimenting with — in a frozen block of ice.
So cool! So neat! We sipped it right down.
Ten to fifteen minutes later, M. was ashen. Then green. And then he hightailed it to the bathroom.
This reminded him of something…. Yes, yes…. The same thing happened after our Thanksgiving meal at Kajitsu. And hmmm … yes … it has happened before that, too. Always mysterious, always unexplained, and always the same result.
(To be honest — I once wondered if he was secretly bulimic! All I can say is I have a rather active imagination.)
Now that we know, I am perversely looking forward to the next time we are asked if we have any food allergies.
“Just one — matsutake mushroom.”
The Fanciest Food Allergy of All.