What gets me is how even now, after eight years of managing D's allergies, it just feels like every.freaking.thing in life is about food. Not even that it's everywhere, although it is, but that everything that happens we have to filter through the FA lens. We moved this summer. My oldest isn't one to make friends quickly and was thrilled to get a call to invite him for a playdate... which is great, but means you have to have the awkward allergy conversation. Another friend asked if he wanted to go to a local baseball camp over vacation and carpool. Again, great, but there are emails/phone calls involved.
(Ironically, both worked out beautifully, but it's sad that even in the best case scenario, it's still all about the FAs.)