I read labels. I'm cautious about cross contamination. I cook, I bake, and I ask all the right questions when dining out. There have been times when I've been more limited than I'd like, but I make do and know its not the end of the world.
But this afternoon--I discovered a low that broke my heart.
I missed my granddaughter (even though we just spent the day together yesterday) so picked her up from daycare with the intention of taking her out for an ice cream before her mommy got off work.
We had fun doing a little shopping before walking down the block to this cute little ice cream shop.
Our little time--sharing an ice cream. A moment. Creating memories.
The is all the soft, self-serve type--add your own toppings and pay by weight. I'd never eat the toppings; too much cross contamination risk, without a doubt, but that's ok.
With all the flavors of ice cream, I thought I'd be able to eat one of the plain flavors. Honestly, I didn't really care about eating ice cream for myself. I could do without. This was about sharing an ice cream (a moment) with my granddaughter.
There was no ingredient or allergen information available.
"Its a secret recipe."
No way do I risk anything without knowing what's in it.
If wheat can be in Twizzlers -- you never know!
I just wanted to share an ice cream with my granddaughter. I didn't want her to have to eat alone. It didn't seem to bother her, thank goodness, but she surely noticed I didn't get one for myself--even though I said I was looking forward to getting ice cream together!
And when she asked, "Do you want a taste grandma? Its good," I felt that that moment was taken away from us because I couldn't trust a single taste of anything they provided.
Broke my heart.
We just need to keep on educating. I'm a grown up and can handle it. Its the single child in a group that is left out that is really painful. Education, education.