For instance, My father loves fruit and he would always go to Eastern Market in Detroit and buy cherries, apples, oranges, grapes, and peaches. Now my father was from Cincinatti and we were taking a trip to stay the summer. It was him, an Aunt who's name escapes me, my sister Melissa and myself. I don't think this car had AC because I remember it being a hot car ride in the Detroit humidity.
So anyway, here we are on the highway chomping away at the fruit. Now I love fruit too and I'm eating everything! Grapes, oranges, and peaches get no mercy when in my sight. They all fall victim to my methods of mastication.
I guess this was my first lesson in fermentation. After about an hour on the road I start to feel sick. Like deep in my intestines sick. My mouth got real dry, then wet. My palms are getting clammy. I turned to Melissa and said "I don't feel right".
I guess my father heard me because I see him scrambling for bag and my aunt is looking for one too. Melissa asks if I'm going to throw up? Before I could answer a huge gush of peaches and grapes come hurling out of my mouth!!!
Kinda like Lard Ass from the movie "Stand By Me".
For some reason I didn't keep the vomit in the back seat. I spewed some in the front seat, the headliner, the stick shift, it was EVERYWHERE! Not only that it was smoking. I guess it was the hot bubbly juices in my stomach plus the fermenting fruit.
It stunk and it got on everyone's clothes. My Father was so pissed. He pulled the car over and wanted to kick my ass but he was scared I would vomit again (and we all know how he feels about getting dirty)!
He had to clean the car at the rest stop and when we got back in the car he made me finish the ride with a paper bag at my mouth just in case. When we got to Ohio he made me go upstairs in my aunt's house and go straight to sleep.
Years later I talked to my mother about that trip and she told me that he called home that day from rest stop and was so pissed that he wanted to take me back to Detroit and leave me there. She convinced him that I needed to spend the summer in Ohio and he reluctantly agreed. For the rest of the summer I was not allowed to eat fruit in the car or anywhere near him. To this very day I won't eat fruit on a roadtrip. It scares the peaches out of me!!!
