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300 WORDS:  Lactose Intolerant

10/31/2013

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Her food tasted of fear. 

She cooked the way she lived – afraid. Every piece of meat, vegetable, even pasta had to have
the contamination scorched out of it, lest it harbor disease. 
Botulism, trichinosis, streptococcus, staphylococcus, things that had nothing whatever to do with
undercooked food, but just to be sure, she would broil and boil the shit out of it.  Just to be sure.

Dinner every night at 5:30 – gray, unidentifiable meat, mashed potatoes, vegetable and a glass of milk. 
 
“Drink your milk, goddammit,” my father would yell at Kathy.  

She was lactose intolerant; he was utterly intolerant.  “It doesn’t give you a stomach ache – that’s all in your head,” he would yell.

There was no reason to yell; it was a small table and just the four of us.

I ate each food, one at a time, always saving my favorite for last.  I still eat that way.  

“What the hell’s the matter with you,” he would yell.  “It’s all going to the same place.”

Kathy and I would constantly antagonize each other.  Once, she put salt in my milk, just for fun.  I took a sip
and complained – “my milk tastes salty.”  

I forget how many times he yelled that I was imagining it before he tasted it for himself and proclaimed it to be salty.  Because our parents prided themselves on being equitable with their daughters, we both got into trouble for that one.

We got on her nerves, her perpetually frail nerves.  One night she hit her limit
and threw a plate full of food against the wall, then went to bed. It was an extreme reaction,
but that was always her favorite kind.

Anne Lamott once wrote about how hard it is to enjoy your dinner when you’re holding your breath. 
I could relate.

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Kathy
11/3/2013 08:44:45 am

You amaze me

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Jean white
2/26/2015 11:45:59 pm

sema, I had no idea you had all these posts! Awesome! You have inspired me . . . .soon :)

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    I was born in Oswego, NY, 
    a very cold place from which 
    I fled in 1988.  I graduated from the University of North Carolina Greensboro with a 
    BA in English, and have 
    worked in marketing and communications in  North Carolina and Virginia. I have lived in Richmond, since 1996, and even though I am not from from here, I am home here.  

    "I had always wanted to be a writer, but was impeded by the belief that to be a writer one had to be extraordinary, and I knew I wasn't.   By the time I was ready to give up my academic career I had realized that while books are extraordinary, writers themselves are no more or less special than anyone else."     The Thirteenth Tale by Diane Setterfield
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