I had planned the festive season with military precision to protect myself from any food contamination issues. But with 101 family members all in the kitchen, touching, tweaking and tasting dishes, it was a case of too many cooks spoil the broth – and the inevitable allergy flare up happened.
All was well on the run-up to the big day. I had even planned our work’s Christmas night out at a place that could cater for my tricky eating needs. I had also summoned up all the will power in the world to abstain from snacking on the mountains of dairy-ladened chocolates in the office and had informed my mother that I would be cooking my own Christmas dinner. But, alas, on Boxing Day, I woke to find both my eyes extremely puffy, swollen and red, my skin tight, itchy and very dry – I knew straight away something had gone wrong.