I had to go into a bottle shop to grab some wine for a recipe I was concocting. I had already been grocery shopping for a good hour and a half and was shattered from a big day at work and wanted to pretty much be in and out of the bottle shop as quickly as possible.
So as I walked in past the counter, a staff member greeted me and asked if there was anything I needed help with. I turned to her and said "I need a white wine for a fish dish I'm making and it needs to be sugar free or as close as possible.. Now I could have left it at that but she kind of made this "tut" thinking out loud noise like "hmm sugar free wine umm"..It threw me, so I quickly added "oh its for my husband, he is on some sugar free thing, so just something under 3gms per 100gms will be fine".. WHAT THE HELL....
She then said, oh really what for?? Dam, this was not meant to be a conversation starter, that comment was meant to be a conversation ender. As usually when I say I AM doing it, they seem to feel obligated to ask me stuff about it.
So then I continued my lie, with "he is just some super athlete who doesn't eat sugar"... Luckily the wine we wanted was right in front of us, so I could hush my lie mouth right up. I just didn't feel like explaining myself or being judged today. I also think I felt that asking for sugar free wine seemed weird, so I blamed it on the husband..
You see the thing is, the last week I have been eating out a bit more for some "special occasions" and when I ask people/waiters questions about ingredients, I feel the need to fill them in on a little back story because 9 times out of 10, when I say "Do the mushrooms have any sugar in the sauce they are with?" I will get a look of " that's the weirdest question anyone has ever asked me and I have no idea?" Why the hell would you even care about that!"So I started saying to the waiters, "Hey i'm trying to eliminate some sugars from my diet and I would really,really appreciate it, if you could you tell me if this has any sugars in it."
Every time this week, I kept getting the feeling that it was a hassle for them to find out. Not once has anyone been able to answer me without speaking to the chef, which means them having to physically walk away and find out. The majority of the time, the responses are "oh he/she doesn't think it has sugar in it, but they can't be sure, as some of our ingredients are pre made."
I have really been feeling like a bit of a dick for asking and then I feel like an even bigger dick for being that person at the table who is on their iphone like an antisocial clown. I want to stick a sign on my forehead saying "Im not facebooking or instagraming.. i'm googling sugar content... "
They say the rule of thumb when dining out, is just order vegetables and a meat and a potato side. I like to live dangerously sometimes and try and find a meal that has a few extras that may surprise me by being fructose free.
I know that I should be proud of myself for what I'm doing, but somedays you just feel like the odd one out.
The last couple of days have been truly hectic and dinner on Tuesday night was a bit of a fiasco due to the fact I got called into work and the lamb roast I was meant to put in the slow cooker that morning, got forgotten about. It wasn't until 5pm that I realised I had not put the lamb on. I thought I would just put it in the oven but didn't realise it would take 4 hours to even cook. The kids had to have leftovers from the night before, as by the time tea would be ready, it would be way past their bedtime. The family roast I envisioned had turned to sh*t.
I also made a batch of cocoa cupcakes this afternoon and spent a good 40 minutes piping on my icing sugar as a test run for the 6 year olds impending party. I had the iphone ready to take a photo but the light where the sun was coming through the window was wrecking my picture. I decided to move the tray to a better spot. I didn't realise that I still had one of the elements on the stove left on and the handle of the tray was close enough to heat up. So as I attempted to pick up the tray I got a fright and dropped the tray. 8 cupcakes smashed. I could have cried, instead I just picked them up and pegged them out the door and onto the grass. I then may have let out a couple of "oh darns".. (yes that was exactly what I said). All I got for my 2 hours of baking was a bloody blister from the tray.
However writing this 4 hours after it happened, maybe it was a blessing I dropped them. The next door neighbours dog had ventured into our yard and rudely eaten the mess of cupcakes before my own animals could enjoy them. 1 hour later I heard the 6 year old and the neighbours kids screeching and laughing because the same dog who ate the cupcakes did a huge runny poo on their drive way.. maybe I saved myself from a night on the shitter.