Dear Blueberry,
I don’t know when it happened, but you’re in everything. I
love you dearly, so I totally understand why people want you in their muffins,
granola bars, as the juice to help freeze strawberries, and garnish for
desserts. There’s just one problem: You make me sick. It’s me, not you. I think
you need to know that, Blueberry, but I feel like we need to see other people.
I’ve meet Currant, and I have to admit, you two have a lot in common. But
Currant treats me better. Currant doesn’t make me sick and can be found in tea.
I know you two look alike, but trust me, you are very different creatures.
I’m sorry it has to end this way Blueberry, but I just can’t
take it anymore.
So, could you stop getting into those mixed berries, because
I love the other berries, I just can’t handle you anymore.
Sincerely,
Former Blueberry lover
I know I’m not the only one out there, but when I tell
people I’m allergic to blueberries, they usually laugh. Not at my allergy,
but that it’s such a strangely specific allergy. They ask about it repeatedly. “Blueberry?
Really? I mean blueberry?”
“Yes, Blueberry.”
So this morning, at the coffee shop I usually go to on my
way to work, they had baked goods. Of the six varieties, four had blueberries.
Four. Of the non-blueberry selection, one had espresso beans, and the other was
a cranberry orange peel (with giant bits of orange peel).
Anyone else have this problem, or am I whinging
unnecessarily?
