Well, I was going to express a dislike of squid, but I guess babies top my list
How does that recipe even work? I was thinking there would be eggs in it to make it a custard pie. But the filling is sugar, flour, and cream. There’s no eggs or gelatin or tapioca or cornstarch. And it’s not frozen. Can a half a cup of flour really set two cups of liquid? It seems like it would just fall apart as soon as you cut a slice.
Right, too spicy and I am out, and I see no reason to eat bugs. I did eat some fried grasshoppers and grub while doing a survival thing, and that is enough.
Squash and okra.
I never found them appealing. I probably tried a few bites in childhood, but don’t remember.
Okra is slimy.
Squash looks gross.
People constantly ask me to try butternut squash. I admit it looks tasty.
On my “nooooope” list:
- Mushrooms
- Olives
- Mustard
- Pickles
- Deviled eggs
Yes, I’ve tried them, more than once. No, I really, really don’t like them. No, I’m not willing to try them again. No, I don’t think that I’m going to change my mind about them at this point. Yes, I know I’m a fussy eater.
Once your taste buds accept the fact that you are eating pizza that is not on top of some sort of bread, it is quite good. Unsurprisingly, it tastes best with all-veg toppings. I had it for the first time last week, and while I probably wouldn’t seek it out, I would happily eat it if served to me.
Ordinary things I don’t/won’t eat are few, but they include bleu cheese, cranberry sauce from the can, black coffee, and orange marmalade.
Lamb and veal but not so much on taste as on principle. If I’m going to devour an animal, I’d rather wait until it’s an adult.
No. Not that the household diet, when I was growing up, wasn’t all that varied. Mom had a “you have to at least try it” rule for stuff that did find it’s way to the table. I’ve been pretty experimental as an adult. I don’t know if I don’t try, after all.
There’s still stuff I haven’t wanted to try. I won’t say I don’t like them, though.
Raw onions. I cook with them all the time but I cannot stand raw onions.
Nutelle and egg nog are incredible. Not together, but they are great.
Cranberry sauce is good, but nothing special. Beets suck.
As for me, The only thing is crawfish. I go to a buffet sometimes that has crawfish, but I refuse to eat it because I don’t know how (don’t want to eat a bunch of sharp shells), and I’m scared of parasites (even though it has been properly prepared).
Unless you or your family pronounce it “ok-ree,” you probably won’t like it.
I love seafood, but have never tried raw oysters.
Coagulated blood is often served in soup. The taste is OK but I’m squeamish about eating it. Fried rat seems disgusting, but I’ve probably eaten some unknowingly. But the funniest story took place in one of Bangkok’s girlie bars.
Three girls invited me to eat with them. By now I know that such an invitation is just a meaningless polite gesture like asking “How are you?” But I sat down and started dipping sticky rice into the plate to eat what they were eating. The bar was dimly lit so I had no idea what it was.
When the snack was almost gone, the food became visible: I could see silhouettes of insect parts, like housefly wings, against the plate.
I realized I did that several years ago and generally have stopped doing it, but it turns out that a lot of the foods that I did it with are still yucky, or still yucky in most forms, and also in my list of asthma triggers. Canned mussels don’t trigger my asthma, but I never met one I liked; fresh ones can be yummy but I dislike not being able to breathe.
Depending on who I’m dealing with, “I don’t like it” is more acceptable than “it’s one of my asthma triggers” when the food in question is one that’s not necessarily to everybody’s taste. In Belgium I’d explain mussels trigger my asthma, in Spain I say I don’t like them, and either way works to keep the yucky ones away from me and the yummy ones away from by ggogged doze.
I thought of one relatively common food I won’t eat; venison. That’s based on a specific health concern.
I know that there are no reported cases of CWD being transmitted to humans via eating deer meat. But I think it’s a realistic possibility. My understanding is that other similar diseases can be dormant for decades before being diagnosed.
I actually happen to like two of those things (and only two): broccoli and cabbage. The others, I wouldn’t deign to even try!
CWD? 
Chronic Wasting Disease is a transmissible spongiform encephalopathy which affects deer, cattle, sheep and humans and is associated with prions.
When affecting humans, it’s known as Creutzfeldt–Jakob disease.
I cannot think of a food I’ve been offered and refused. I wouldn’t do that. I’d try most things once offered to me unless I had a moral objection to it (like dog).
However, there are certain things I cannot recall having but assume I wouldn’t like.
- Most types of sushi
- Haggis
- Oysters
- Brain anything
- Blood anything
- Tongue anything
- Insect anything
Basically, if it looks like it was featured in the dinner scene in Temple of Doom, no thanks.
I tend to be pretty easy to feed, or at least I try to be. My wife and I have a small but significant number of overlapping food likes/dislikes. She loves eggplant and roasted squash, which I strongly dislike. I love broccoli and olives, and she can’t stand 'em. But when it’s her turn to cook, you know I’m gonna eat what she makes, because that’s just how it goes.
The closest I come to the sort of dislike described above is fake baked goods. Vegan brownies, spelt bread, almond-flour lemon cake, Xylitol-sweetened cookies–whatever it is, I’m pretty prejudiced against it.
My mom is borderline diabetic and way more interested in what she eats than I am (and always has been, whether it was Weight Watchers in the eighties or veganism or Atkins diet or 70s-style vegetarianism or the Cabbage Soup diet or what have you), and loves to make alt-bakery items like these and tell me about all the odd substitutions she’s used for flour and sugar. I’ll take a couple of bites to be polite, but my inner monologue is super snarky.
I like offal. When the opportunity presents itself, I enjoy kidneys, liver, sweetbreads, tripe, etc. But I have never eaten brains, nor wanted to.
The last-published story by underground cartoonist Dori Seda was “Let’s Eat Brains.” The following link includes the final two panels, in which Dori finally tastes her roomate’s vaunted brains recipe and immediately heaves it back up.