DISCLAIMER: It is not my intention to trivialize any allergies, polygon-related or otherwise, with this strip. I have friends with severe nut allergies, and I acknowledge that said allergies are real and very severe. In fact, I have gay black Jewish friends with severe nut allergies. So I don’t want to hear it, okay?
This is inspired by school policies on bringing in food (brought to the forefront of my mind because my son’s sixth birthday is this weekend,) and also by a hand-drawn sign I saw years ago at my son’s old day care that said, in large red letters, “NO MILK FOR JOEY.” It was clearly a reminder to the child care staff to not accidentally give poor Joey something that would make him sick, but it was written so obnoxiously that I couldn’t help but picture it being carried by an army of pitchfork-wielding villagers, mercilessly rallying to deprive Joey of dairy products. As such, it stuck with me, and I paid tribute to it in this strip.
It occurs to me that this is my second mention of lactose intolerance in these strips, and my second story involving a child named “Joey” in the commentary. I don’t know what to do with this information other than, apparently, type it here.
Anyway, Con on the Cob (a.k.a. the reason I didn’t get a strip up on Friday) was exhausting but fun. People seemed to really dig the music track I put together – the performances were awesome, as was the audience. It’s 9:30pm now as I put the final touches on this commentary (2-3 hours earlier than the norm for me) so hopefully I can catch up on some sleep tonight.
MRS. SHOEBOX’S ASSESSMENT OF TODAY’S STRIP: *repeating snort-laugh*
See you guys and gals on Friday!
-=ShoEboX=-
Okay, LOVE the comment about what food tasted like with the real ingredients!!! I have several allergies so I’m used to substituting here and there, so this really cracked me up
Speaking of risking lives to eat food with real ingredients, the bf and I were reading through an old hand-bound church cookbook someone got at a garage sale, and we found a recipe for ammonia cookies. I believe the recipe is dated 1923. Now to find some powdered ammonia to see if the taste actually is worth dying for…
Lenny – I’ve been agonizing all morning over different directions I could’ve gone for the punchline here. Thanks for giving me another one.
-=’Box=-
Is it just me or does their cook book say “cock book”?
As one of your anti-wheat readers, I found it funny.. especially the thought of kids throwing around complex medical terms …
And this makes me think, having just heard the song “No Air” passing by…
“How’m I supposed to breathe with no air?
How’m I supposed to eat with no nuts?
no dairy? no wheeeeeat?”
Though I may be patently un-funny, I can at least let my tourettes out of the box here.
This is a good’n.
The cookbook the kid is hold does look like it says “cockbook.” Additionally, the symbol underneath it is either bacon or an X-chromosome.
I remember when you’d just eat whatever and suffer a tad later, then forget both.
This was complete laughs..
IMHO this is your best one yet.
At my kids’ school, no home-made stuff allowed, all sealed up at the store. I think it tastes like paste (which comes sealed from the store, so it’s probably OK for the kids to take in as a treat.
At home, I bake scratch cookies with real butter and eggs AND I eat the raw dough! I even let my kids eat it! And we ride our bikes without helmets! Danger junkies living on the edge! LOL
Right now I’m on a 3 day craft retreat in NH and having to deal with the chefs constantly, and you come up with the EXACT BEST PartiallyClips to start the day!!!!!! (banging head on RV wall with hysterics)
There’s been some serious research into why children are allergic to things that practically nobody was allergic to before, and have traced it to parents who were germaphobes and didn’t allow their kids to get exposed to the bacteria, spores, etc. that most of us have immunities for.
On a related topic, how does Five Guys Hamburgers stay in business? Shouldn’t people be dropping dead right in front of the doors as they walk by? After all, they not only fry their french fries in peanut oil, but have open barrels of them right inside the restaurant.
Triangles? Did someone say triangles?!
Just to add a bit of surrealism to the the day, I looked at Internet Explorer’s Suggested Sites for this comic’s page and all their recommendations were videos of drunk women.
I’m not sure I’d want to eat anything Macaulay Culkin helped bake, allergies or triangles involved or not!
Last line should have been:
“Crap, better smooth the points on the tree. Lionel’s a hemophiliac.”
It’s just celiac disease, or celiac for people who are lazy or need to say it a lot. It’s not named after anyone.
Of course, the real trouble starts when Lien moves to town and gets put into that class next month; she’s allergic to rice and soy.
What sucks is in our schools no homemade anything is allowed … period. It sucks I know I’d risk a bit of food poisoning to get some real homemade cookies.