Years ago, probably when I was around 12 years old, I started dipping into the salted pecans at my grandmother's to satisfy my appetite while waiting for Thanksgiving dinner. I would eat a few, go back for some more, ate too many, and they came back up. I made it to the bathroom unobserved, and hid the evidence with a toilet flush. I never told anyone, since such things were frowned upon...or at least I thought they were. I really don't know. I do know I had my first encounter with heartburn that day, and the dinner wasn't quite the enjoyable event I envisioned.
Since that time, salted pecans are something I avoid. I've tried them, but liking the taste is gone, and will never return.
I love salted pecans. My downfall was my grandmother's pickled eggs. To this day it makes me quesy just thinking about them and that event happened 60 years ago.....
ReplyDeleteIt's amazing how things that happened over half a century ago still cause queasiness.
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