Peanut Sans Novels & Stories

He turned back to his notes and continued jotting while I hit the last steps, midway through pulling the jacket off me when he gently slid a plate in my direction. I hadn't seen it before now, but I definitely caught a whiff of the rich yet simple meal now that I was close enough. Peanut butter banana oats. But… I was allergic to peanut butter. “Uh, I actually just wanted to return your—” “You're not allergic to peanut butter” he said before I could politely refuse. “You choked on that one time in grade school ‘cause you had chunky, expired peanut butter. But give it a shot. You'll like it.”

I comment and see her beaming at me. “Thank you, Mr Dumont had these flown in from France. They’re hand rolled in a little cottage off the coast of Marseille with no danger of being cross-contaminated with peanuts.” She says and I nearly choke on the spoonful of porridge in my mouth. “That must have cost a fortune!” I cry out. Yes, I was used to living in luxury, but when she explained it like that, it sounds like he moved mountains for a simple bowl of oatmeal.

"And that was?" "Chicken parmesan without the extra breading and frying and with only the real parmesan cheese with roasted vegetables on the side, fried in olive oil, not butter and no Italian seasoning. That's it. Oh! And a glass of Pinot noir on the side!" I said, surprised that he even asked. Wait. " You don't think I eat too much do you?" "Um...", Nathan said closing his mouth which was hanging wide open as I frowned. " I mean, No! Of course not.”

Keanu picked up a super sized can of peaches. "Then again,with Jude here it might not last more than a week," he continued. "Oh ha ha.I'll try to make it last a little longer than that." I tapped my finger,trying to decide between wheat bread or bran then saw Nutella and forgot all about them. I snagged some almond butter too. And some peanut butter. And jam. And jelly. Dammit,now I definitely need to pick a bread. I shrugged and selected both.

"Is this lunch?" "Whenever you wanna eat it." He shrugs. "It's just a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with some chips and cookies." "What kind of peanut butter and jelly?" "Crunchy peanut butter, strawberry jelly on white." "And the chips?" "Funyuns. I put a breath mint in there too, because I know you're self-conscious about it." I'm feeling lucky to know he's remembered all of this about me. For some reason I need to know he remembers the rest. "What about the cookies?"

I sighed before a dark, evil smirk dominated my lips and I said with that smirk on, "Ah! And did you forget that Bruna is allergic to peanuts in porridge?" As I dropped the bombshell of truth, the color from Brenda's face drained away and she dropped her jaw out of shock and fear. I grabbed the fork from the table and firmly knocked it on the table and hissed, "Answer me!" Brenda's tongue faltered and she stuttered out, "Of course, I know, I am her personal doctor after all. But how do I know if her oatmeal had peanuts in it?" I smacked her with my words, "First of all, Brenda, come out of the misconception that you are her personal doctor because I just kicked you off from that post, and se

“I came to talk about something… small.” He nodded. “Of course. What do you need?” “I’m allergic to peanuts,” I said gently. “Very allergic. I get rashes and my throat closes up. I think some of the food last night had peanut oil. I just wanted to ask if we can remove it from my meals.” Chef Mateo smiled — not in a rude way, but in a way that showed he was trying to be polite. “There was no peanut in the food this morning.” “Oh,” I frowned. “But I heard you saying something about peanuts at breakfast.”

Cream cheese, sugar, eggs, vanilla, graham crackers, butter, and peanut butter. I looked up at Erica abruptly when I heard her say "peanut butter".

The waiter answered. "I know it's nice but my friend here is allergic to peanut, so maybe we can just have some drinks, or anything that doesn't have peanut in it." Leilah day. "No, it's okay Leilah, you can't leave something you love because of me okay, you should go ahead and enjoy your desserts." Prince Aisen said. "I'm your babysitter and I'm allergic to anything that will cause harm to my friend and dearest Aisen, so do not worry about me, I will have some ice drinks and paprika pizza." Leilah replied.

"Mom, I want that one." The sweet plea of my son's voice pulled me back from my thoughts. I looked down to see my three-year-old pointing eagerly at a cake behind the glass counter, his big eyes filled with hope. The saleswoman smilingly chimed in, "This is our latest creation, a peanut-flavored cake with a whopping fifty percent peanut content. And it comes with our very own handmade Chocolate-Covered Peanuts! This is the last piece we have for today."