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, 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.