A few months ago I was at a taco joint with the wife and while we waited for our order I was loading up on red salsa and pico from the self serve island and had a chat with another gentleman waiting for his order.
He saw me loading up on containers with red salsa packed in them and he stated he loved red salsa but he could not eat it any more as it caused him gastric "distress".
I told him how I could not get enough and he said he was the same way in the past.
So time goes by and I start to experience gastric distress myself, but I ignore it and just keep on eating whatever I please, as I alway have done.
The gastric episodes began to impinge on my daily activities, making me wary of venturing away from home on shopping trips or vists to family, so I started a food diary and sure enough every time I ate anything with tomato in it at all, the next day I suffered from intestinal distress.
Fresh tomato, tomato sauce in any form, hot salsa, marinara, anything at all and even in small amounts tore me up.
I cut out all tomato period and presto, I'm cured.
I guess that guy at the taco stand was a foreshadowing of my fate!
Good news is that no amount of hot peppers, pickled or fresh has any effect on me at all, other than pure enjoyment.
But not ever eating a garden fresh mater again is sort of bumming me out.
He saw me loading up on containers with red salsa packed in them and he stated he loved red salsa but he could not eat it any more as it caused him gastric "distress".
I told him how I could not get enough and he said he was the same way in the past.
So time goes by and I start to experience gastric distress myself, but I ignore it and just keep on eating whatever I please, as I alway have done.
The gastric episodes began to impinge on my daily activities, making me wary of venturing away from home on shopping trips or vists to family, so I started a food diary and sure enough every time I ate anything with tomato in it at all, the next day I suffered from intestinal distress.
Fresh tomato, tomato sauce in any form, hot salsa, marinara, anything at all and even in small amounts tore me up.
I cut out all tomato period and presto, I'm cured.
I guess that guy at the taco stand was a foreshadowing of my fate!
Good news is that no amount of hot peppers, pickled or fresh has any effect on me at all, other than pure enjoyment.
But not ever eating a garden fresh mater again is sort of bumming me out.