Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Hello, Dairy!

Hello, Butter.
Well, Hello, Cheddar.
It's so nice to eat the things I really want.
You're looking swell, Pancake;
I can tell, Cheesecake-
You're still luscious, you're still precious,
But no more will taunt.
I want to jump headlong-
Though it seems so wrong-
Into all the goodies I've been forced to scorn.
So just make way for me,
Today's the day for me,
Mommy hopes to ne'er again be forsworn.

Hello, Dairy!
Well, Hello, Dairy.
It's so nice to eat the things I really want.
You're really grand Cookie;
I'm a fan, Brownie-
You're still scrumptious, oh so sumptuous,
But no more will taunt.
I want to jump headlong-
Though it seems so wrong-
Into all the goodies I've been forced to scorn...

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I could go on. I won't.

Though I've cheated here and there for the past month or so (a bit of butter in cooking, a slice of cheese on a sandwich or burger) to no ill-effect, I'd always intended to wait until Mia hit six months to really take the plunge and put dairy back into my diet. Lord knows, I've missed it.

However, when Tom got the inspiration to make buttermilk pancakes for breakfast this past weekend, I couldn't turn down the offer of one. When asked for my opinion on the results, I had to be honest with him: such a blatant run in with so much dairy at once was guaranteed to be a heavenly experience for my taste buds. I could offer no objective input.

Later, when my sister brought over brownies (what was with everyone conspiring against my steadfastness all at once, anyway?), I couldn't turn those down either. After all, I'd already been so grossly negligent that I was either already guaranteed bad news or was going to be getting off Scott-free either way.

Blessedly, the past few days have shown the latter scenario to be the true one. Mia has had absolutely no issues as I've moved on to putting milk in my decaf coffee and {gasp} eating some of the mac n' cheese that I prepared for the kids' lunches on Tuesday. In fact, we seem to have hit an appropriate time to start adjusting down her Zantac dosage, to see how much she even still needs it.

Last night, in celebration of our recent success, Tom brought home the Holy Grail: ice cream.


One of the best scoops I ever ate.