A couple of months ago I was able to pick some cherries from a tree at Mama Dot’s, who is the other grandmother of some of my cousins. I was so excited to make my very first batch of jam!
Once the cherries were cleaned, pitted, and chopped, I followed the directions on the Sure Jell to make some very yummy cherry jam. It sparkled with deliciousness. It tasted to me like pie filling. I made three delectable pints. (I broke one a couple of days later…another sad story.)
In the same time frame that we first began enjoying the cherry jam, Oliver developed an odd rash on his chest. It wasn’t a scary rash, but the next day it wasn’t gone so I called the doctor to ask them what they recommended. If it was an allergy, some hydrocortisone creme should work along with perhaps some Benadryl orally.
That stuff worked, but I still didn’t know what caused it.
On vacation, my sister brought some of her cherry jam to share. It took one more PB&J and a more severe rash to determine the cherries were at fault. They had been the only new thing introduced into his diet and the timing made sense.
So cherries have been removed from Oliver’s diet and we haven’t seen any more rashes.
Sad, sad, sad. Oliver can’t have any more cherry jam…or cherry pie…or cherry infused dried cranberries…perhaps not even a cherry from a Sonic limeade.
Say cheese! (But not cherries)
I’ll take the cherries he doesn’t want.