'She was sick everywhere.' My friend said, laughing, 'on the table on the floor, everywhere.'
She was talking about her daughter, a bright intelligent child of 5 who it seems cannot cope with tomato based sauces on food. She just does not like them. They make her sick. Actually sick. She knows this, my friend knows this, I know this, but apparently the mother of one of her little pals refused to believe it and insisted she eat spaghetti smothered in the stuff.
'Ridiculous woman.' I said, thinking of my cabbage horror.'Forcing her to eat something she knows will make her sick.'
'She'll definitely listen the next time.' My fried said.
Well we waffled on for a while longer and then said our good byes. But it got me thinking.
The paramour does not like and cannot abide mushrooms, his brother has a creeping horror of peas, Country Gay cannot eat fish unless it is disguised as some sort of breaded non-fish and even then is skeeves him out, but the difference is they don't vomit violently if they come across the foods they don't like. I have watched the paramour pick mushroom out of food and carry on eating for gawd's sake.
Now, my mother cannot eat fowl of any kind and will flee a room if chicken is chopped up in front of her. Etheline will puke if you put her in the same room as kidney/or/liver and even the smell of cabbage makes my gag reflex wobble.
This is not food we don't just like, everyone has those, this is a primal turbo charged full on phobic response. A fight or flight reaction. A fie fie a cabbage is at large, sort of thing.
'It's because you're all half cracked.' The paramour said helpfully when I raised the issue.
He might be on to something.
Labels: Cracked like a peanut.