the miracle of food-borne illness

I'm happy (and maybe perplexed) to report that ever since my ickly sicklies of nearly two weeks ago, my obsessive relationship to nuts and nut butter has not returned. This is what happens when you get sick eating a food that holds so much power over you. Power, gone. I mean, I can look at cashews or walnuts or almonds or even almond butter and know they aren't peanuts/ peanut butter, but it's all a bit too close, and so I just kind of shake my head and move on.
No doubt this perspective is temporary -- but I'll take the moderation/abstinence while it lasts...