Silver Thread

I have half a mind to tell the story of why I hate potatoes au gratin, but it’s not a very interesting story. I’m not a picky eater. I love almost everything I’ve tried. But you know how there are some foods that you literally can’t eat? That’s one of them. I put the combination of milk and/or cheese and potatoes in my mouth, and my stomach immediately rejects it. It tastes like hot cat barf.

And since I’m home with my sick family today and barf is the theme, I’ll go with another tale about something else I loved that I can no longer eat. Years ago, some families got together at my parents’ house to make homemade ice cream. We did this for several weeks in a row, trying out different recipes and flavors and adding ingredients, like strawberries or mandarin oranges, and it was like heaven for us. Every Sunday, there was a new sundae. Until one week, when I was sick, but I didn’t know it yet. I didn’t know it until I ate a huge bowl of plain, delicious homemade vanilla ice cream. And then I yakked the whole thing up. To this day, the yummy taste of homemade vanilla ice cream instantly makes me sick, because I think of the day that I scarfed down a whole bunch and was sick for the rest of the day. It’s not even that it tastes terrible, because it’s delicious, but I put it in my mouth and I feel the urge to puke.

I can eat vanilla ice cream of low quality that actually tastes bad and be totally fine, though. So that kind of sucks. Or, maybe, super power?