A lactose intolerant summer + an announcement

When you're a farty girl in a dairy world

CW: I don’t know who needs to hear this, but consider this your content warning for farts and poop.

Hi Barbies!

I’ve recently discovered I am mildly to moderately lactose intolerant. This learning came about when I had lunch two days in a row at one of my favorite restaurants in Brooklyn, where pretty much everything on the menu is adorned with lavish amounts of butter, cream, cheese, and/or sour cream. Within an hour of each meal, like clockwork, I positively flew to the bathroom, and I was forced to finally connect the dots and admit that while dairy might be my palate’s dream, it is my butt’s nightmare.

Tbh, I’m not yet sure what this means for my diet or this newsletter. Like many lactose intolerant people, I’m learning that eating high-lactose dairy products (milk) yields significantly worse effects than eating foods that have had much of the lactose processed out (yogurt, hard cheeses like Parm).