Let There Be Cake
I think it's normal to have a food you don't eat because you've puked it before, right? If it's not normal, don't tell me. I will just live in my magical fairy land where it is normal.
Mine is sweet potatoes.
The year was 1994. I lived in Spain. The sweet potatoes were served for dinner and were positively delicious. Going down, anyway. When I fell ill later that night and they came back up, I demanded a divorce from sweet potatoes for ever and ever, amen.
One thing had nothing to do with the other, by the way. I'm pretty sure I caught the flu. It's just that the sweet potatoes are what I associated with the beginning of the day of horror. They were the thing that stuck with me. They stuck with me so much that to this day, I can't eat sweet potatoes without spending hours psyching myself up for it. Even then, it's a battle.
Alexis has one of those foods now.
I already mentioned that she fell ill at 2:30 in the morning on Sunday. She stayed sick all day. It was a terrible sort of sick where she couldn't keep anything down, including water. It lasted about 24 hours and then *poof* everything was better.
It was a bad 24 hours, though. She was miserable.
And now she can't make eye contact with cake.
CAKE.
I don't think the birthday cake was the last thing she ate before going to bed the night of her party, but it's the thing that has stuck with her. She swears she's never ever going to eat cake again, which is unfortunate because CAKE. Mmmm...cake.
Cake is delicious. It's even fun to say. Cake. Cake!
My favorite part of this new food aversion is that I can threaten the kid with cake. "If your homework isn't done in the next ten minutes, we're having cake for dinner." "Clean your room or I'm putting cake in there."
It's lots of fun.
My other favorite thing about the cake aversion is that it led me to being creative when it came time for Alexis' actual birthday. Normally I would have made cake for the night of her birthday, but I kind of like the kid, so I decided to spare her the horror of being in the same room as cake. Instead, I picked up a cookie cake on my way home.
A cookie cake totally isn't cake.
Alexis didn't care. She literally ran away when she saw it. I had to bribe her to get close enough to blow out her candle.
So I guess now I have to eat the whole thing myself. DARN!
Except that Mila is more than willing to help destroy it.
That whole "no sharing" thing was fun for the ten minutes it lasted.
Thursday, January 29, 2015
Reader Comments (12)
For me, it's Hamburger Helper lasagna flavor.
Fritos. I don't like to be in the same room with them. Even the smell turns my stomach (30 years later).
Steak. That year my husband, son and I ALL got sick and the 1-month-old newborn and elderly MIL (the two in the most susceptible categories) stayed healthy. It was still a nightmare. We thought it was food poisoning and called in reinforcements. It wasn't because food poisoning is not contagious and we managed to give it to my mom, sister, and aunt. Oops!
I know it's not a food, but still Pepto bismol is it. The thing That takes me to that horrible place.
Mine is Grapenuts. Ugh. Poor kid. Cake is my most favorite food group.
Italian dressing and Whataburger...separate incidents years apart
Arbys roast beef sandwich from years ago and Nieman Marcus brownies I made this past Sunday when the "stomach thing" hit me Sunday night. 3/4 of what was left went in the garbage!! Still thinking about it makes me gag!
Mine was salad with ranch dressing. It took me over a year just to eat lettuce again. I'm back on salads (finally) but I still will not eat it with ranch dressing.
omg Jennifer mine is fritos too! And yes, food aversion is very real. It's a conditioned response that stems from an old caveman type survival instinct and whatnot. So sad it's happening with CAKE for Alexis. CAKE! Now I want cookie cake...
chicken stir fry. even the plumber made fun of me... because I threw up in the SINK. blech. I've outgrown it, thankfully.
Does bourbon count as a food? :-)
my mom and two of her sisters ate a gallon of fudge ripple in their teens and even in her sixties mom refused to touch that flavor of ice cream. i, however, can eat anything. it is drinking anything pomegranate flavored that my issues come into play. can't even smell it without getting squeezy!
i love that you got something special for alexis since cake was not on her happy list. even if she didn't want the cookie, you are such a good mama!