There are very few moments that L complains about living the dairy-free life.
When we are at a party and kids are having cake she is totally fine with the treats I bring. When H is enjoying some yogurt she hardly flinches. Even pizza, which is a family favorite, she is totally down with cheeseless.
However ice cream still tugs at her heart. I can totally understand why. It is so creamy, cold and delicious! There really isn’t a good substitute that we have found but I have researched a few homemade recipes that sound really good.
One particular afternoon, when the Californians were visiting, we were on the board walk and everyone (not me) got ice-cream. L and I got Italian Ice, and it was good but it still wasn’t ice-cream.
As we all sat on a bench and started people watching, serious freaks visit this area, I looked over and L was an entire bench away.
I went to sit with her and find out why she wasn’t with us.
L, with tears in her eyes: I don’t want to sit with the ice-cream people.
It sucks to say that she has to learn to deal with it but I still feel so heart broken for her. I better get on that homemade recipe asap!