My Sister Bar is allergic to red food dye. Gives her all sorts of yuck yucks on her arms and face.
It’s definitely a bummer, but in terms of food allergies, it’s relatively harmless (though I’m sure she’d have words to say about that); she doesn’t have to carry an Epi-pen around or tell servers at restaurants that she can’t have red dye.
She just can’t drink Mountain Dew: Code Red or eat red sno-cones. Kool-aid is off the table, as are other things of that nature.
Something else of that nature: red velvet cake. Continue reading
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