Still Reminiscing

So, speaking of major holidays and vomiting (because who doesn't want those two subjects tied together in memory?), today I remembered a Christmas when I actually threw up at the table during Christmas dinner. The culprit was congealed salad, and I haven't been able to taste or look at it since. This makes me wonder if that kind of reaction has something to do with age. After all, the occasional similar experience in the years since has never had the same kind of deterrent effects with red wine. I guess that's just one more reason I'd pick alcohol over strange incarnations of fruit given the chance.