Mushrooms

Last night I did something I have never in my life done before. Something that I once told somebody if I ever do this thing I had been mind melded to some alien somewhere. I knowingly and willingly ate a mushroom based meal. Rachelle made chicken and hash browns with cream of mushroom soup for dinner, along with a side of cauliflower. The meal was pretty good but the whole time I kept thinking I was trading on myself, I mean, I made it this far in life without mushrooms and I'm doing pretty well.
I really have a thing about mushrooms. They kind of disgust me and I know that the reason for my objection is the fact that a mushroom is actually in the fungus kingdom. Reading that last line makes me see how ridiculous that sounds.
"I will only eat food from either the plant or animal kingdoms."
It is to the point that I have lived a full life of lies telling people "no sorry I can not sample that food because I am allergic to mushrooms". "Oh yes, my throat will close up and I will proceed to vomit all over the place." I think I have, years ago, gotten sick after eating something that had mushrooms in it without me knowing it only to later find out the reason for my illness. I blamed my mom for giving me food poisoning, which of course she did not.
My experience did not kill me, nor make me sick. I don't know if I'll ever get over the mental part of it, put if Rachelle keeps making delicious meals I suppose I shall have to make do.