Up until a few years ago it was peas. Innocent little green peas.
I was one of those super fussy children who refused all vegetables as a child. As a young adult I knew I had to get over myself and gradually embraced all vegetables until only the humble pea was left on my banned list.
This continued for forty years and then one day I just thought ‘this is ridiculous’ and I ate them just like that. And nobody died.
I used to feel that way about tongue. But then I discovered: Peel the skin/etc. off the tongue and you have pure muscle, aka meat. Very very delicious meat at that.
Yes, SanVito - I was going to ask, am I the only one who always tries the thing I know I don’t like? Mushrooms - used to hate 'em, now I love 'em. For example. And I’ll keep on trying mussels because one day maybe, y’know, maybe I will like them. And if I don’t keep on trying, I’ll never know.
J
You nailed it.
If you think you won’t like tongue because you saw one in the butcher’s case, go to a good delicatessen and order yourself a nice tongue sandwich on rye.
Why didn’t Beezus and Ramona think of that in Ramona Quimby, Age 8?
CWD is substantially more widespread in the deer population (I’ve read that about 20% of deer are infected) than its equivalent is in the cattle population (below .000001%).
WTF are the deer eating (that has prions)?
I’ve never prepared it myself, but it really is deliciously delicate meat. Last week, visiting my in-laws in Phoenix, I heard of a lamb tongue sandwich at a Middle Eastern grocery/eatery (Haji Baba in Tempe). It was very simply prepared: just stewed tongue, some chunks of iceberg lettuce, some pickle and a slice of tomato on a pita. And absolutely delicious. Tasted like the softest, moistest lamb. No sign of dryness, and no big pockets of fat or sinew or any stringiness. Just delicious.
Canned corn is acceptable.
Canned green beans are… tolerable (I grew up eating them).
Canned peas are an abomination. Even my mother wouldn’t serve them.
As far as things I haven’t eaten:
Most seafood. I’ve tried a few sorts of fish and disliked them. I can eat shrimp sometimes (though once or twice I’ve had some that someone, somehow managed to make taste fishy). I tried oysters… once. Made the mistake of trying to chew the one. Nearly hurled on the table.
I had a couple bites of fried calamari once and while it didn’t nauseate me, nor was I ever inspired to repeat the experience. I once ordered something at a restaurant where the menu did not describe it properly - it was “scallion pancake” (should have said “seafood scallion pancake”. I choked down a few bites. But after I looked closely and said, loudly, “what the HELL is THAT???” I couldn’t eat any more (“that” was a tentacle).
Things I have no plans on ever getting near:
snails
huitlacoche (no, giving it a Spanish name and putting it in a can does not disguise the fact that it’s diseased corn).
natto (ditto, for soybeans)
kombucha (ditto, for something tea-like… interestingly, I’m in a small town in Vermont and there’s a convenience store / gas station about a block away that advertises it).
I could actually see trying something like Marmite or Vegemite, in small doses.
correction: the word is Nahuatl, not Spanish.
An old coworker once mentioned “horsecock sandwiches”. I don’t know if they were real or not, but either way…no.
Nope, I’ll try anything once (or twice in some cases). There are few foods I will just refuse.
One is lamb-brains, the texture just squicks me out. Another is fish eyes. Nup, no way no how.
C’mon people, you’re not even trying!
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I’ve heard that Eskimos love cetacean dongs… 
That’s just a term for a bologna sandwich. Consider what an intact bologna looks like.
:smack:
Nope.
The smell of cooking beets makes me nauseous and gives me a headache. They might be palatable chilled and/or pickled, but I adamantly refuse to try even that.
The main one is zucchini. My wife and kids gobble the stuff up; I get nauseous at the smell of it cooking.
Reason: my parents grew yellow squash (to which this also applies) and zucchini in our garden, so we had to eat it. My mom worked later than my dad, so he usually did the cooking, and he cooked zucchini by slicing it into discs and frying it into slime. It was revolting. On nights we had zucchini, I would ask for water instead of milk, because then I’d have ice cubes, and I could hold one in my mouth for a while to numb my taste buds before I had to eat any of it.
I’m a grownup, I ain’t eating that no more.
Another one: eggs by themselves. I don’t know why, I think it’s mostly a texture thing, but I never liked eggs, cooked any way. But I’m fine with them as ingredients in recipes, such as fried rice (I only pick out the huge chunks), and for a while in high school I would even blend a raw egg into my morning protein shake for extra.
And apologies to the OP, but: mustard. I can just tell from the smell that I won’t like it. Although I have used brown mustard as part of a glaze for an oven-roasted pork tenderloin.