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The Sesame and Seed Section

Lament for Sesame

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And then, there was no sesame. There was no granola, or hummus, or halvah, or hamburger buns with sesame stuck on the top. There were no more bagels, wonderfully toasted with butter dripping off, those sticky toasted seeds wedged between the wooden floorboards of my apartment, and then sticking to the bottom of my feet.

Sesame’s reach became more sticky, more apparent, and more extensive. There was no take out sushi, Indian food or Chinese food. There was none of my preferred combo: sesame crackers with peanut butter atop. And, unexpectedly, there were no more of my favourite indulgences: Creme de la Mer skin cream and fancy Gel Express Aux Fleur Sisley face masks. Sesame, the oily seed, also lodged itself in unexpected places: adhesive bandages and pharmaceuticals.

When my son was diagnosed with a potentially life-threatening allergy as a 1-year-old, I was initially glad he didn’t have a peanut allergy. Who had heard of sesame allergy? How bad could that be? Sesame had much less awareness (and the peanut allergy was yet to come). Who knew that — on top of the grinding worry — so much of the world would become denied to us?

Food writers try to describe the taste of sesame, but they always seem to fall short. Sesame is nutty, they say. But not really. It has a spectacular taste unto its own, one that adds spark and refinement to so many foods. Sesame harkens back to Ethiopia and is a central ingredient in many of the world’s great cuisines: Indian, Thai, Chinese, Middle Eastern.

My son’s first birthday invitation came when he was kindergarten. It was to McDonald’s. Of course, sesame’s reach is firmly embedded in that American icon: the McDonald’s hamburger bun. He did not go to the party.

We discovered the allergy on the last hour of a six-hour car ride from Calgary to Jasper. Our 1-year-old was fussing, I gave him a Sesame Snap to suck on. You know how the story goes: his face became red and blotchy, then puffy, his eyes began to swell shut. When we checked in at the hotel, the receptionist took one look and said: “Do you need the number of the hospital?”

We called. We could come down and have him assessed, the nurse said lamely. We were tired. We thought we’d wait. It was only sesame, I thought. We waited, his swelling went down. Later, there was a visit to the allergist for skin testing. There would be no more sesame in our house, or peanuts or sunflower seeds.

The joy of sesame is lost. When my husband buys sushi with sesame in error, we wait until the kids are in bed. We eat it in stony silence. There’s little joy to be had from sesame any more. Not in the house, not in a bed, not with a cat, not with a mouse, move over green eggs and ham. There will be no sesame, Sam I am.

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