Tickling the palate.

An old family friend made it’s way back into our cupboard. Beth went in for her allergy skin test a few weeks back, and we learned she was allergic to a lot more things than we thought; but that’s not important right now. We learned she’s no longer allergic to peanuts.


Four weeks, one blood test, a peanut butter cracker, and two hours of observation at the doctor’s office later, and we found ourselves at Publix buying ourselves into a flood of peanut products only Noah could appreciate. Seeing a cylinder of peanut paste at Publix was like running into your high school sweet-heart at a homecoming game and learning you’re both single. We got home and picked up right where we left off.

I think I’m in love.