Tamales

There has been many times in my life when I have changed my opinion about someone and some things that I didn't know too much about. One  instance had to do with tamales. It was a very nice Christmas day filled with a lot of food. On that day I started out eating at my cousins house. My cousin Rayshell had made an amazing turkey and ham meal. On the side she had: macaroni and cheese, stuffing, sweet potatoes, yams, corn, and potatoes au gratin. It was amazing and I stuffed my face. The day was still early and I ended up at a close friend's house later on that night. My friends mom had gone all out and made a mexican dinner that was to die for. Tamales followed by rice, beans, enchiladas and more tamales. I was so excited for the tamales because they have been apart of my life for as long as I can remember. I ate until my stomach hurt. I got home and sat down to watch TV. I was extremely uncomfortable because of how much food I ate. I watched a show for a while until I couldn't take it anymore. I ended up in the bathroom facedown on the toilet. I spent a good while throwing everything up. Unfortunately the most prominent flavor coming back uip was of the tamales. Tasting tamale throw up was how I spent that christmas. It was horrible and I was disgusted by the thought of tamales from that day forward. To this day, about four years later, I still have no desire to eat tamales. They don’t disgust me anymore but my desire to eat them is non-existent. It hasn’t really affected anyone else around me because I don’t choose what they eat. Looking back I feel happy it happened. Tamales are really fattening and that is one less fatty food I eat.