I had hummus for lunch today.
Ok, not soul food by definition, but it makes my soul feel good, so whatever.
After we discovered Michael's many food allergies/sensitivities I was pretty devastated because they were all the foods I love to eat. Soy, beans, chickpeas, hazelnuts, pistachios. When I was pregnant I craved hummus so badly I was checking airfares to the mid-east for real hummus. But I gave them all up when I realized the problem.
But now Michael is older and I'm hoping that he's outgrowing some of these sensitivities but I haven't really pushed to test it yet. I have, however, resumed eating a few of these foods myself. He's still nursing just two times a day (before nap and bed) so his exposure through my breastmilk is pretty minimal, but I'd still hate to cause him problems.
So far I've been dabbling in beans. Oh, how I've missed beans. How can one be a vegetarian and not eat beans? It's been sad around here.
When I do indulge in the forbidden foods I usually try them kinda on a rotation diet schedule. I'd rather limit myself to enjoying them in a rotation diet than go whole hog and end up with miserable toddler. So far so good.
So today, after about a year and a half of craving, I fixed hummus for lunch with onion and tomatoes and feta on a whole wheat pita. Oh Lord, it was delicious. There was this wonderful full feeling in my stomach that I haven't felt in so long. I find myself dreaming about discovering local hummus restaurants in Israel again. This is going on the bucket list.