Apple dumplings were my absolute favorite dessert when I was five. My mom would spend time rolling the dough, coring the apple, stuffing them full of raisins, nuts, cinnamon and sugar. When they baked in the oven the soft, sweet, warm scent filled the house and hung out like a dear friend. These days were great days, apple dumpling days, safe and happy. One day this all changed, my relationship and associations with apple dumplings was forever severed. How does such a loving safe relationship get destroyed? I had done something wrong, my mom told me, “don’t do that” and I, in my five year old rebellion did “that” anyways. We were not a family that was grounded, punished or spanked, more just the grave feeling of disappointment of your parents was punishing enough. But this time was different, I had earned an actual punishment. My choice, either a spanking or no dessert (on apple dumpling night!), of course I chose the spanking.
My first and only spanking was full of shame, embarrassment, and self-pity, none of these are welcomed emotions. In my young developing mind, within minutes, I forever associated these harsh emotions with my apple dumplings. I was too upset to eat and have never again enjoyed them in the same way. Our emotions with food are strong and deep like the roots of an old tree. Moral of the story, better to just skip one then suffer the pain, remember that when dieting. Anyone relate to this emotional association with a food or flavor? Share with me.