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Ha, I had a similar story at a similar age. I went to a friend’s house for a sleepover. They said they were having broccoli, and I actually liked broccoli and was excited about it. Then dinner comes, and I get this tiny tree looking stuff. 🥦 That’s not broccoli! I tell the mom.
She looks at me like tf kid? “That’s broccoli Raiderkev.”
6 year old me had only ever had frozen, chopped, cheap broccoli that was boiled to mush by my mom. I tried to be polite and eat it, but I just couldn’t because in my dumb 6 year old brain, this was NOT broccoli. I took a few bites, and I think maybe because it was like sauteed fresh broccoli, and actually cooked well it had more firmness to it. I think the stalk hit my gag reflex or something, either that or my body just couldn’t stomach it, and I threw up all over their table. I felt so bad. Needless to say, I never had another sleepover at that house.
Ha, he went to a different school shortly after and we didn’t talk for years. I actually reconnected with that friend years later, in middle school and we were close in middle school/ high school, grew apart in college. I did crash at his house a few more times in those later years without vomiting everywhere 😂.
Ha, I had a similar story at a similar age. I went to a friend’s house for a sleepover. They said they were having broccoli, and I actually liked broccoli and was excited about it. Then dinner comes, and I get this tiny tree looking stuff. 🥦 That’s not broccoli! I tell the mom.
She looks at me like tf kid? “That’s broccoli Raiderkev.”
6 year old me had only ever had frozen, chopped, cheap broccoli that was boiled to mush by my mom. I tried to be polite and eat it, but I just couldn’t because in my dumb 6 year old brain, this was NOT broccoli. I took a few bites, and I think maybe because it was like sauteed fresh broccoli, and actually cooked well it had more firmness to it. I think the stalk hit my gag reflex or something, either that or my body just couldn’t stomach it, and I threw up all over their table. I felt so bad. Needless to say, I never had another sleepover at that house.
Aww, that’s a shame! The kid I was hanging out with became one of my best friends & still is.
And their dog was always glad to see me…
Ha, he went to a different school shortly after and we didn’t talk for years. I actually reconnected with that friend years later, in middle school and we were close in middle school/ high school, grew apart in college. I did crash at his house a few more times in those later years without vomiting everywhere 😂.