I took the kids out to eat for breakfast this morning. The waitress told me that if DD's egg allergy wasn't life-threatening, I should just let her have eggs since it would be hard to find egg-free alternatives. Ugh.
Anyway, it reminded me of a story from my childhood. When I was in high school, my dad married a BSC woman. She was truly, certifiably crazy (still is, and sadly, she's the mother of my little brother).
She used to make this disgusting thing she called blueberry pie. It had mayonnaise in it. It was vile and inedible. I was also allergic to blueberries. It was a mild allergy (hives & massive itchiness ensued), but I stayed away from blueberries because I didn't want to deal with the aftermath.
The crazy woman would make me eat her blueberry pie because she wanted me to respect her and get used to her cooking. She told me she was the head of the household and I had to deal with it. She'd then threaten all kinds of things to make me take Benedryl so my dad wouldn't know she forced me to eat the blueberry pie.