^^I’m not saying I advocate this, but more as an illustration of how people battle over food.
If he was sick with a stomach bug she wasn’t making him clean that up-my memory is she wanted him to try her onion soup, and the first taste he spit it out all over himself. She made him try another taste and he puked it up, and she made him wash his shirt and wipe up the floor (it was about a spoonful of regurgitated soup). I can’t say who won that battle, though-she didn’t make him try another taste.
My grandmother and my brother were equally strong willed, and this sort of showdown happened a lot whenever we visited there. He was (and is) insanely picky with food. My grandmother grew up in an orphanage during the depression, and her relationship to food was entirely different.
I can’t eat goat cheese-it makes my teeth feel squeaky.