aneverydaystory Readers Share First Food Memories

From a Facebook commenterScott Sawyer:

At three years old, I finally ate a whole piece of pizza without spilling it all over. I shared that moment with my dad in our old, dim dining room; it remains one of my proudest memories.

From a Facebook commenterMicycle Whitten:

At age four, I first ate a jalapeño pepper while helping my papa in his garden. I picked one and ate it. I drank much water. Twenty minutes later, I ate it again. I became hooked on spicy food. It took several years for me to tell the difference between flavor and something too hot.

From a Facebook commenterLinda J. Teague:

I remember popcorn at my grandma's house. Grampa had my aunt make it for me. I was four. All my memories start around that time.

From a Facebook commenterKathy Lyncheski:

My dad made malted milkshakes every weekend.

From a Facebook commenterPeggy Hubbard:

Mashed potatoes.

From a Facebook commenterDonna Milliron:

At three years old, I ate watermelon and cantaloupe and got sick. I must have eaten too much.

From a Facebook commenterMindy Currier:

I dipped powdered donuts into my grandmother's coffee.

From a Facebook commenterKeith Smith:

My first lobster. My parents ate them in front of me every time we went to the restaurant. I begged for a lobster.

They finally agreed. My mom helped me. I have loved lobster since then.

From a Facebook commenterLaura Haberl:

I used to love red beets. At age four, I ate so many I peed red. My mom freaked until she saw I was just turning into a beet.

From a Facebook commenterRi Saddler:

I recall eating M&M's or Skittles, likely M&M's, in front of the TV with my dad on the couch. I was about two. This memory is weirdly intense, lasting only a few seconds.

From a Facebook commenterMaureen Slider:

Gerber baby food, the vanilla pudding. I would buy it now if I could find it, but it is probably not as good as it was then.

From a Facebook commenterSue Foote:

I loved that too. I bought it for my kids years ago and ate at least half of it. The last time I bought it did not taste like the good old days pudding!

From a Facebook commenterVernon Werner:

I ate apricots from a tree in our old backyard with homemade butter on bread.

From a Facebook commenterLes Bonser:

I have many early food memories. My grandmother taught me to break the soft yolk of a fried egg and dip my bacon in it. I ate sardines and braunschweiger (liverwurst) on crackers because my grandfather liked that.

From a Facebook commenterKaren Herzog:

My Swedish grandmother made a fruit pudding. I cannot recall the Swedish word. It sounded like Groot.

From a Facebook commenterTanya Tressler:

I ate sardines around age five because my dad liked them. He laughed when I closed my mouth because the tail hung out.

From a Facebook commenterJana Burr Mayo:

Sardines in mustard for me! Yuck.