When I was 6, my alcoholic aunt made this pudding spiked with rum. Think pudding shots, but a big bowl of it.

Thanksgiving in my family was always self serve, as in they’d put all the food on a folding table and everyone loads up their plates with what they want, buffet style. I’ve been told that this is a strange way of doing it, let me know if you think so. Anyway, this big bowl of delicious looking homemade chocolate pudding was not marked as alcoholic, and I had no idea. No one told me about it or said not to eat the pudding. So I ate some. A lot. Like a big fucken bowl of it and then some more.

It was delicious! I didn’t recognize the taste of rum, but the astringency of it and my small range of taste experience made me think it was some strange variety of mint, and I loved it.

Soon enough I started to feel a little weird, and thought I ate too much (I did) and went and tearfully told my mom how I ate too much and got a tummy ache. She could smell the alcohol on my breath, and immediately went to check the pudding.

Turns out my aunt didn’t tell anyone about the alcohol in the pudding! So that made my mom very angry at my aunt, but I was preoccupied with how I felt. Despite the upset stomach, I was vibing and having a good time, and feeling a lot more social than normal and was living it up with the rest of the kids when before I was eating pudding alone in the corner.

TLDR, I ate a ton of unmarked pudding shots and got wasted for the first time at the age of 6, and enjoyed it.