I am the queen of soy. Soy milk, soy ice cream, soy protein drink . . . I may even participate in a soy research project this summer.
It turns out that “no corn” means also “no cornmeal, corn starch or corn syrup.” As almost everything has corn syrup in it, I am forbidden . . . almost everything.
I am rediscovering the joys of fresh / organic food. Every week, I buy fresh fruit to go with my cereal and freshly baked whole wheat bread. I am even coming to enjoy shredded wheat, which is a taste I never thought I would acquire. I have either discovered a new world of flavor and texture or I’m beginning to forget what my “old” world was like and am consequently renormalizing my experiences. The latter is entirely possible.
My food worldview has adjusted from the typical Mormon “everything but X, Y and Z” to the much more restrictive “nothing but A, B, and C,” because I keep getting smacked down for thinking something’s OK to eat when it’s not. (I have no idea what was in that Chinese food last Friday, but it gave me a headache for a day and a half.) Even I, ever a creature who finds comfort in familiarity, am finding a diet consisting of about eight different meals to be a bit tiresome. (To quote one of my coworkers: “What do you eat?”)
I can’t decide if I miss dairy or corn syrup more. Being able to have corn syrup again would expand my diet a lot more than being able to have dairy again, but I do miss cheese . . . and cheesecake . . . and sour cream . . . and whipped cream . . . and ice cream . . .