Chris and Sour Cream

My friend Linda insists that I tell the sour cream story about Chris. It really isn't too interesting, but here it goes.

Chris is a picky eater. He doesn't like many food items that make eating enjoyable. Some of the important items on the "Chris doesn't like it" list are onions (HOW can someone NOT like onions? They are like a staple in almost everything!), green peppers (this one I can understand more, I love them, but the do have a pretty strong presence), almost all uncooked vegetables (!), and of course, sour cream.

His dislike of sour cream goes way beyond, just not liking it though. He doesn't even want it on the table with him. Chris & I sit at opposite ends of a long table (it has to seat 10 - obviously) and he doesn't even like it when I have it down on my end. And, well, I can just about forget an after dinner kiss if I've eaten the stuff. I can' t even eat sour cream and chive potato chips in the same room as him.

Anyway, this sour cream-phobia goes back to his childhood. Apparently, someone (probably a brother - they're always the guilty party) once gave Chris some sour cream and told him it was whipped cream. Chris, being a trusting soul (and perhaps not too observant), took a really big bite of the stuff...and promptly threw up. And there you have it.