My Aunt Hilda urged me to have another slice as soon as she realized what it was doing to me. I eat them once a year at Christmas time, except this year when I found them by the pound at a supermarket in November. I ate one, just one. A wave of nausea and dizziness sent me staggering for the porcelain throne. My lunch stayed put, the attack passed, but I knew my life had changed direction again.
Hazelnuts are now a memory.
Which leads back to the foods I may be having trouble with. Of course the foods that aid in crippling the brain are among my favorites and I ve been eating or drinking them for years. Oh well, I don t smoke or get drunk anymore. Um, I had a story about dogs and curry, but the editors didn t- uh. Books can cause you to think.