Ah, hardygrrl, I know what you mean! I’ve always hated milk, even as a kid. The texture of it, the way it coats your mouth and throat, leaving that nasty milky residue—yuck! I don’t care if it’s chocolate, strawberry, or (as is popular here in RI) coffee flavored–it all tastes awful to me! And skim milk! It’s water with a faint, milky aftertaste–equally awful!
Just pass me some more of that calcium fortified OJ please!
Evo, you’re not the only one! I think soft drinks are painful. I decided to give them up, and now I only have one maybe once a month, or less. When you don’t drink them very often, it’s more obvious that they’re really unpleasant. But I do like champagne…mmmmmmm, mimosas…drool.
I’m a freak, I don’t like fish or seafood. I think anything that lives in the water tastes nasty.
I like “almost flat” carbonated drinks. The bubbles hurt. I hate asperagus (aside from the hideous smell, it alters your urine) and WHO THE HELL SAID COFFEE WAS GOOD???
I really don’t like chocolate. I would much rather have a fruit flavored desert than any form of chocolate. It doesn’t taste too bad, but it’s damn near impossible to get the taste out of your mouth.
I like pretty much everything and anything…with the notable exception of any “food” to come out of Taco Bell. Everybody loved this place in college, and I couldn’t stand nary a whiff of it. Blech.
Meximelt my ass.
Chocolate. I hate it. The smell nauseates me. The tastes makes my stomach lurch. I’m tired of people freaking when they hear I don’t like it, so for several years now I just say I’m allergic.
Fruit in general. I simply can’t stand fruit. The only one I can tolerate in tiny doses is pears, and they have to be fresh, with a certain texture to them.
I thought I was the only one.
We should organize a group and hold parades. Down with you evil cheese oppressors! You fiends that make fun of me for ordering a regular hamburger! You bastards that snicker when I ask for a cheeseless pizza!
You don’t understand the emotional trauma I go through EVERY DAY. Having to hide it from dates. Never being able to have dinner at someone’s house. Always having to make excuses when someone offers cheesecake.
[hijack]
My hate of cheese runs so deeply, my mother used it as punishment during my teen years.
It is also my why I haven’t joined the military…I was told mac & cheese was a main staple. I am serious when I say that I would have no problems being shot at, but simply could not stand a DI making me eat that vile substance.[/hijack]
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[sub]I’m being sarcastic…Well, no I’m not really.[/sub]
My brothers (and sisters) let us unite under our hate of the vile substance which shall now be refered to as The Evil C.
Brother Spit I know your pain. I know anxiety of keeping your excessive hatred inside. We must join forces and smite The Evil C. We have to spread rumors that it casues syphilis and herpes! The Evil C makes you fat! Not eating The Evil C makes people like you! The Evil C is nothing more than bovine nutrient mush that rots into a slimy solid! How can you put that into your body?
We must crush The Evil C!
The Evil C is cheese! Oh no! I said its vile name! Ahhhhhhh!
Oh where to begin -
seafood - any kind
mayonaisse
mustard
salsa
guacamole
turkey
nuts
chocolate and fruit together
cheesecake that is not completely plain New York cheesecake (chocolate cheesecake? ewww)
raspberries
hummus
melons
salad dressing
beer
Asian food
pickles
and that’s off the top of my head…if i think about it, there’s more.