weekend adventures

So I went to my parent's new house in ocean pines. It's awesome. I will definitely be spending a lot of weekends in the summer there. But I was a little worried about what the heck I would eat and when/if I would tell my parents about my new diet, but it wasn't that bad.

Saturday morning, I came back from a run with my sister and her boyfriend to a big ol box of muffins staring me in the face. Muffins were a weakness of mine. A big fat blueberry muffin in the morning used to make my day. He also got bagels. At the time I wasn't sure if there were eggs in bagels so I had to abstain from them as well. I felt bad not eating anything since my dad got them for us.

Explanation - My dad likes to feed people and it upsets him tremendously when I don't eat something. He is also a food pusher. When my dad makes dinner on the weekends, he gets mildly offended when my boyfriend doesn't get a second helping. So I had to tell him why I couldn't eat them. I thought it would upset my mom more than my dad, but my dad was the one worrying about it all weekend. He also asked me numerous times if I could eat such-and-such when it obviously had dairy or eggs in it - "Do you want any cream cheese?" It was kind of entertaining in a way. I can also see him trying to sneak things - he tried to pull "There are no eggs in muffins" - so I will have to be extra careful around him. I know it's not malicious sneaking, he just worries. I can't fault him for that.

Later in the day, my sister, her boyfriend, and I were going to the beach (in April!) and decided to stop in the bagel shop and get some lunch. I stepped in and saw absolutely nothing I could eat sandwich-wise. I didn't even seen anything vegetarian. I stepped up to the counter and asked if there were eggs in bagels, which was something I was wondering about since that morning. I was kind of proud of myself. I am usually reserved about that sort of thing. I am always afraid of being looked at like I have three heads. But I got a wonderfully nice reply that only the egg and the french toast bagel were made with eggs. SWEET! I CAN EAT BAGELS!! I got an almond bagel and happily chomped on it on the way to the beach, relieved my breakfast options had just increased.

Later that night, we decided to go out to dinner in Ocean City. Once again, I saw nothing on the menu that I could eat. I thought the restaurant would at least have a gardenburger or something. Ugh. So I got a Greek Salad and asked to have it without the feta cheese. Once again, the waitress did not raise an eyebrow at me. Success! The Greek Salad was great and I didn't even miss the feta.

Moral of the weekend - it never hurts to ask how things are made or have a restaurant change something for you. You won't get yelled at. Now I just hope no one will spit in my special request food...