One thing you were made to eat as a child you won't look at now

[Junebug999]

Lima beans – ick ick double ick! I won’t even allow one in the house!!!

 

[funnyyetsavvy]

Powdered milk-it was NASTY tasting…

Canned veggies

Beets

Asparagus

SOS (stuff on a shingle-a sort of chipped beef on toast)

From my mom’s second husband- Brains/tongue/liver/rabbit-ICK.

 

[stbruno]

I grew up on oxtail soup. We ate it nearly every other week…all week, it was inexpensive then to purchase them and my parents made it all the time.

 

[Jennifer_G]

Lima beans – ick ick double ick! I won’t even allow one in the house!!!

Send them to me then, I LOVE Lima Beans!

Succotash (a favorite when we used to have Thanksgiving at my grandmother’s house), “3 bean soup” (lima beans, kidney beans, normal beans). They have this starchy taste and texture that I like (and it’s a nice large surface for a bean).

 

[zab]

My mom cooked everything in the pressure cooker. It was the fast way to cook, especially the pot roast, but the vegetables always tasted funny.

 

[maryj]

one word…venison. I think I just threw up a little bit in my mouth:coolinoff:

 

[Ravyn_Guiliani]

cooked carrots. cooked anything orange actually (squash, pumpkin).

I can eat ‘normal’ pumpkin pie but not other pumpkin things like pumpkin squares or cookies or cheesecake (and pumpkin flavored coffee is GAG!) And I only like one style of carrot cake that is fine textured like a spice cake and has just walnuts and golden raisins in it (I think it is made with baby food carrots not grated). I like yellow squash but not acorn or butternut.

Ravyn

 

[SeekerJen]

Oh, I had forgotten about my mom’s hot breakfast special: plain shredded wheat biscuits made into a hot cereal by pouring boiling water over them. She had fond memories of eating this as a child so I had to choke them down when I was a child. Blech, blech, blech. I can’t eat shredded wheat now unless it’s 1) in frosted mini form and 2) served with COLD milk or soy milk.

I like other hot cereals: oatmeal, cream of wheat, Coco wheats- all good. But that hot, soggy shredded wheat was too much for me, and I wasn’t generally too picky of a kid.

 

[LilyM]

Oh, I had forgotten about my mom’s hot breakfast special: plain shredded wheat biscuits made into a hot cereal by pouring boiling water over them. She had fond memories of eating this as a child so I had to choke them down when I was a child. Blech, blech, blech. I can’t eat shredded wheat now unless it’s 1) in frosted mini form and 2) served with COLD milk or soy milk.

I like other hot cereals: oatmeal, cream of wheat, Coco wheats- all good. But that hot, soggy shredded wheat was too much for me, and I wasn’t generally too picky of a kid.

cereal and water … blecch! I suppose to her it was a bit like porridge? But even my porridge I like to make with hot milk, and not just water.

 

[SeekerJen]

cereal and water … blecch! I suppose to her it was a bit like porridge? But even my porridge I like to make with hot milk, and not just water.

I guess. She swears that she always tipped out the excess water and added milk, but I don’t remember that part.

Fortunately for me I only got that on mornings when we were rushed and she didn’t have time to do up something more appetizing. Some mornings if we had time she’d make pancakes or French toast for me before school. I can’t complain much.

 

[cthulhubryan]

squish skwush squash!

Boiled until almost all structural integrity is gone.

Summer squash, acorn squash, winter squash.

Oh, and Collard Greens. Icky-poo-pie!

 

[Just_wondering]

Some of the processed meat products - especially canned, like spam or other canned ham, blood pudding or brawn (and now that I know what head cheese is it’d probably make the list too). Most of the more normal sausages are OK though

Glace cherries. What a sad sad waste of a beautiful fruit that is so divine fresh, frozen or canned. Especially GREEN glace cherries - a total abomination against nature.

Well said. My mother only tried to get us to eat Spam once - she couldn’t convince me it wasn’t cat food! I remember my six-year-old self bawling that I must have been really bad to be served cat food. My boyfriend likes fried Spam for breakfast - ick! I can eat it, but I’d much rather not.

And cherries - those candied cherries are absolutely horrible, both red and green. My favourite kind of cake is Black Forest cherry cake, but I always wanted it homemade so there would be no candied cherries in or on it. Also, artificial cherry flavouring is nasty stuff, too. If real cherries taste so lovely, why does artificial cherry taste so terrible?

Powdered milk-it was NASTY tasting.

I can’t understand powdered milk. Or evaporated milk. Or coffee creamer. Or half-and-half. I don’t even particularly like skim milk. I was raised on whole goat’s milk, and that’s the milk I like best. I still prefer whole milk, or maybe 2%, but it’s hard to find goat’s milk here in Korea. I got spoiled, living on a dairy farm.

 

[cthulhubryan]

I was raised on Sanalac (powdered milk) My mom even had the Sanalac containers to show how much water to put in with the powder. It wasn’t THAT bad but I only keep 2% or higher in the house.

 

[Pacbox]

I forgot corned beef hash which actually wasn’t corned beef hash. It was something out of a tin can and the cut of potatoes in potatoes o’brian. Fried to a near black, drier than the Sahara desert, and horrible to eat.

 

[punisherthunder]

I was made to eat turnip greens…that’s definite “no” now

And yes, I do live in the South

 

[Jennifer_G]

cereal and water … blecch! I suppose to her it was a bit like porridge? But even my porridge I like to make with hot milk, and not just water.

I had cereal and water once - actually it was skim milk, but it might as well have been water.

 

[mary_bobo]

squish skwush squash!

Boiled until almost all structural integrity is gone.

Summer squash, acorn squash, winter squash.

Oh, and Collard Greens. Icky-poo-pie!

Did you ever try acorn squash, cut down the middle with brown sugar and pecans and butter and baked? Pretty good.

 

[OutinChgoburbs]

Did you ever try acorn squash, cut down the middle with brown sugar and pecans and butter and baked? Pretty good.

Yes. And no. I can’t even eat yams or sweet potatoes like that.

Which brings me to the annual telling of the Thanksgiving my father insisted that my mother cook like his mother. This is an icky food story in the extreme, so fair warning.

My father did not like my mother’s version of Thanksgiving. He ate it, but one year when we were very small, he wanted her to make it like his mother. One of those additions was candied sweet potatoes. Very candied. With marshmallows. And pineapple. And brown sugar. And dark Karo syrup (pronounced “Kay-ro” like the city at the end of Illinois, which is not pronounced “Kie-Ro” like the place in Egypt, even though it is spelled that way).

So we all sat around the table, another rarity at that time, because my father usually sat at the TV and did not eat with the rest of us. And he insisted we try EVERYTHING. And he was doling out the food. And he was not doling it out in little amounts. We three girls (because the youngest girl was not born yet) did not like the sweet potatoes at all. He said our mother put us up to not eating them, and we would eat every bite. My mother said we did not have to eat them.

The fight was on!

While they went to their bedroom to argue this out, we were left at the kitchen table. On the table was a pump bottle of chocolate syrup, Bosco by name. Being the eldest, I reasoned that if there was already every sweet and sticky substance known on those sweet potatoes, perhaps Bosco would make them taste better. After all, Bosco made milk taste so much better. So, I crawled up on my chair, onto the table, and hit the pump a couple times over my sweet potatoes.

My sisters also wanted to try it, so I took their plates and hit their sweet potatoes with a pump or two a couple times.

Bosco did not improve the sweet potatoes one bit.

The parents settled their argument, came into the kitchen, and saw the Boscoed potatoes. My father informed us we would be eating every bite. And he proceded to force feed us- with dreadful results. We puked all over him, then vomitted from watching each other vomit.

Mom made him clean us up. She cleaned the kitchen, but none of the vomit mess.

 

[Just_wondering]

Yes. And no. I can’t even eat yams or sweet potatoes like that.

Which brings me to the annual telling of the Thanksgiving my father insisted that my mother cook like his mother. This is an icky food story in the extreme, so fair warning.

My father did not like my mother’s version of Thanksgiving. He ate it, but one year when we were very small, he wanted her to make it like his mother. One of those additions was candied sweet potatoes. Very candied. With marshmallows. And pineapple. And brown sugar. And dark Karo syrup (pronounced “Kay-ro” like the city at the end of Illinois, which is not pronounced “Kie-Ro” like the place in Egypt, even though it is spelled that way).

So we all sat around the table, another rarity at that time, because my father usually sat at the TV and did not eat with the rest of us. And he insisted we try EVERYTHING. And he was doling out the food. And he was not doling it out in little amounts. We three girls (because the youngest girl was not born yet) did not like the sweet potatoes at all. He said our mother put us up to not eating them, and we would eat every bite. My mother said we did not have to eat them.

The fight was on!

While they went to their bedroom to argue this out, we were left at the kitchen table. On the table was a pump bottle of chocolate syrup, Bosco by name. Being the eldest, I reasoned that if there was already every sweet and sticky substance known on those sweet potatoes, perhaps Bosco would make them taste better. After all, Bosco made milk taste so much better. So, I crawled up on my chair, onto the table, and hit the pump a couple times over my sweet potatoes.

My sisters also wanted to try it, so I took their plates and hit their sweet potatoes with a pump or two a couple times.

Bosco did not improve the sweet potatoes one bit.

The parents settled their argument, came into the kitchen, and saw the Boscoed potatoes. My father informed us we would be eating every bite. And he proceded to force feed us- with dreadful results. We puked all over him, then vomitted from watching each other vomit.

Mom made him clean us up. She cleaned the kitchen, but none of the vomit mess.

THAT is quite the story, 'Burbs! I had heard rumours of candied sweet potatoes with marshmallows, but I tried to believe that they were stuff of urban legends. Now I know that someone out there actually makes them. [shudder]

 

[Jennifer_G]

THAT is quite the story, 'Burbs! I had heard rumours of candied sweet potatoes with marshmallows, but I tried to believe that they were stuff of urban legends. Now I know that someone out there actually makes them. [shudder]

I’ve seen that once or twice…