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.