Upset insides

My grandparents were visiting this weekend and took my parents and I out to breakfast this morning.

They're all vegetarian, and we went to a cafe that sounded promising. It was. Plenty of veggie options, and everyone was happy--from my potato-loving Papa to my fine-foods-favoring father.

A week ago I had ice cream and felt very sick for a couple hours.

But I'm never one to order oatmeal at a restaurant. $6.50 for oats? Right. Yeah. I'll take the blue-corn pancakes with hazelnuts. And they were delicious, especially with my side of sourdough toast (dry, no butter).

My stomach reminded me that it can find dairy, even in delicious pancakes. And it warned me that I shouldn't cheat again.