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Eve Drewelowe's journals, volumes II-III, 1950s

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78. more choosy in the matter of my food and consciously tried to select that which I was comparatively certain was innocuous, and eliminated the substances that I could not eat with impunity. I was only partially successful for food-stuffs were often adroitly disguised. As children we had been capably trained to clean up our plates; and not only clean them up and eat everything that was put before us, but also to enjoy it. And so we did. I do not recall ever having balked at eating what I was supposed to. Neither did I dislike any food; that is, after I had been taught to eat it with satisfaction and pleasure. After learning to eat olives, icecream, pickles, oranges and spinach they were taken with as much relish as anything else. Of course there were preferences. Lemon pie went better than mince; apple sauce better than rhubarb; and popcorn better than prunes. There will always be favourites. It was only as an adult when foods were beginning to really bother me that I was forced to distinguish between those that were agreeable from those which were definitely allergic. And it was not to be different or fussy but because it had become a necessary step in the prevention of more trouble. This having to restrict my diet is a lamentable and wide departure from my early training and I would it could be otherwise. There were those parties I too distinctly recall

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78. more choosy in the matter of my food and consciously tried to select that which I was comparatively certain was innocuous, and eliminated the substances that I could not eat with impunity. I was only partially successful for food-stuffs were often adroitly disguised. As children we had been capably trained to clean up our plates; and not only clean them up and eat everything that was put before us, but also to enjoy it. And so we did. I do not recall ever having balked at eating what I was supposed to. Neither did I dislike any food; that is, after I had been taught to eat it with satisfaction and pleasure. After learning to eat olives, icecream, pickles, oranges and spinach they were taken with as much relish as anything else. Of course there were preferences. Lemon pie went better than mince; apple sauce better than rhubarb; and popcorn better than prunes. There will always be favourites. It was only as an adult when foods were beginning to really bother me that I was forced to distinguish between those that were agreeable from those which were definitely allergic. And it was not to be different or fussy but because it had become a necessary step in the prevention of more trouble. This having to restrict my diet is a lamentable and wide departure from my early training and I would it could be otherwise. There were those parties I too distinctly recall