Every two weeks, bloggers from around the world contribute their thoughts on a given topic.  This time around, the topic is “Thanksgiving food memories.”  Here’s mine:

This story takes place about 20 years ago and it has come up every Thanksgiving since.

I’m about 10 years old and seated at the Thanksgiving table between my mom and grandma.  The dishes of food have been going around the table so everyone can fill their plates.  My mom put a small spoonful of stuffing on my plate.  I, not wanting to make a scene, whispered that I didn’t want it.

“Just take a little bite.” she said.

“No.  It’ll make me throw up,” I responded.

“No, it won’t.”

“Yes, it will.”

Then my grandma joined the conversation.  “Just give it a try.  You might like it,” she said.

“No, it will make me throw up.”

They insisted I take a bite.

Finally, I relented.  I took that bite…

And I threw up everything I had eaten perfectly on my plate.  Not a drop on the linen tablecloth.

My mom got up, took my plate, cleaned it and brought it back before anyone noticed.  Then, I ate Thanksgiving dinner all over again, knowing I had won the battle and the war!