just when i started getting used to reading labels as well as kind of enjoying my new relationship with food, i stopped in at a corner store and grabbed my favourite kind of mrs vickies chips.
only to shove a couple in my mouth without reading the ingredients and so proceeding to do so while i'm chewing. there lo and behold is "wheat" and i'm like WTF? then i realized that my favourite kind, which i haven't had in at least a year, is sea salt and MALT vinegar.
luckily i never swallowed it, and so i'm standing on spadina spitting into a plastic bag, swirling spit around in my mouth trying to get every bit out of my mouth. people walking by, looking at me sideways, like i have morning sickness or maybe i'm junked out. at least my kid was with me. for some reason, being around my kid gives me permission to look neurotic but not actually really be neurotic.
so far so good. i have some intestinal complaining going on but i don't think it's going to knock me over for days. i hope.