I’m with you on this one.
Peas. No particular story, I just think it tastes and smells absolutely awful, like nausea-inducing awful. I only have to think about a big pile of peas to feel like I’m going to vomit.
Also, not exactly a food, but jello shots. I had a bad experience one New Year’s Eve. Man, those things are treacherous.
Twinkies. Not that I’m sorry about it. At their best, there are nothing that sould enter, or even come in close contact with the human body. But I used to eat them, in the foolishness of youth.
Till I ate a bad one. Don’t let anyone tell you different, twinkies can go bad. Takes some time. A lot of time. But they go bad. Really bad. Never again.
Alpha-Bits cereal. The first time I had some, I had told my mom that my throat hurt and I had a bad taste in my mouth. She suggested I try to eat some breakfast and see how I felt afterwards - her usual tactic to detect attempts to get a day off school by playing sick. As I ate I felt worse and worse.
Strep throat. Oooog. And it was a doozie.
When I tried them again later, I always thought there was something unpleasant and weird about the way they tasted - don’t know what, but something unlike other kiddie cereals. Whether it was real or just in my mind, that taste will forever be the taste of strep throat to me.
Necco wafers, on the other hand, make me think of playing Communion in the schoolyard. Those of you who went to Catholic school, you’ll understand.
For me it was a Tasty Cake. I can’t even remember what kind it was, just the brand. It was during a hurricane and the power was out so I was looking for something to eat. My mom had a box of Tasty Cakes under the counter so I pulled one out and started eating. It tasted odd. I took a flashlight and shined it on the cake … it was green. It was all moldy. This is stuff with life span similar to the Twinkie. I thought I was going to get violently ill during the hurricane and they wouldn’t be able to get me to the hospital. Fortunately, the one bite I had did no permanent harm … except for me never eating another Tasty Cake. Which probably isn’t really all that bad.
Swordfish steaks – the only ‘sit there until you eat that’ food of my childhood. Can’t stand the smell of them cooking, either.
Mexican wedding cookies.
When I was 14 or so, my mother and I had to fly to New Mexico to see my uncle who had just been arrested (long story). While driving around Albequerque, my mother bought a bag of Mexican wedding cookies for us to munch on. I was eating them on and off for most of the day, and combined with the stress of the situation, the reek of new car scent in the rental car, and the mild car sickness I was suffering, I puked my guts out in the Wendy’s parking lot. Just the thought of those cookies makes me gag. Ugh.
Skittles. Triggered by a vomiting incident, although it’s possible that if you pressed me on the cause of the vomiting, I would be forced to admit that it was during college and had more to do with cheap vodka than a virus.
Still, no Skittles for me.
What’s the answer? Am I missing it in the link?
**White Castles ** - I became violently ill after eating them. Twice. And, no, it wasn’t at the end of an all-night bender when I ate them.
Orange juice - I nearly killed myself one night playing quarters with a girlfriend. My opponent was downing beer shots and I was downing screwdrivers (orange juice and vodka). Thank God my boyfriend (who later married me) put an end to the game and my body subsequently rejected a healthy portion of it or I might have died of alcohol poisoning. As it was, I was sick enough that for about a decade I got ill at the slightest whiff of orange juice.
Hiya, Stratocaster, old buddy. The answer is that
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Tomatoes. Straight from the garden served at room temperature sliced, salted and peppered. Refusal on my part to eat them resulted in multiple ass beatings and a postponed shopping trip for school clothing.
Still hate them with a passion.
Meatballs… the kind of prefab ones that are used by restaurants in meatball subs, meatball pizzas, etc. They have twice tried to kill me. Once in 1985, after a visit to a Subway. Woke up the next morning with everything I’d eaten for days going either north or south. And in 1993, from a meatball pizza in New York City. At least that one was only southbound… but it lasted a week until I went to a gastroenterologist and got antibiotics.
Of course, I do still occasionally eat them. What can I say, I like to live life dangerously! 
::barf::
Then there was the flavored-popcorn shop. We used to get a bagful nearly every day. Then I got a dose of the flu (minor, possibly a reaction to the shot I’d had a day or so earlier, supposedly your first shot evah can have that effect). Felt better the next day. Ate some popcorn. Felt worse later that day. I know the popcorn was not at fault but I could never bring myself to go there again. The shop went out of business 2 months later, presumably due to losing their single biggest customers!
Peach Milkshakes. When I was about fifteen, I had gotten a couple of permanent teeth pulled for my braces. Unfortunately, the pain killers that the dentist gave me made me feel nauseous. For whatever reason, I was meant to ride from Richmond, Virginia to Sumter, South Carolina with my dad the day after I got my teeth pulled. For the car ride, I was miserable. My teeth hurt, my stomach was off from swallowing blood and from the pain killers, and I was supposed to sit in the car with my dad listening to NPR for endless hours. We stopped at a McDonald’s for lunch and they had peach milkshakes, so I ordered a medium shake with the hope that it would help numb my gums. My dad, clever guy that he is, said, “Why don’t you get a large, they’re only fifty cents more.” So, I got a large peach milkshake. Regardless of the cost, I did not need a large peach milkshake. I was really happy and bubbly for about half an hour because my bloody gums were numbed. Then I started feeling not so good. Let me tell you, puking up a combination of a large peach milkshake, blood, and chicken nuggets is not fun.
Afterwards, I felt really bad for my dad. I become a bit of a bitch when I’m sick, so when he tried to be a good dad and rub my back as I was throwing up, I apparently turned into Linda Blair and yelled at him in a rather demonic fashion.
Not food exactly, but a bad association with children’s chewable aspirins.
I had felt queasy all day at school, but plodded on like a good little pilgrim, BARELY survived the school bus ride home, and walked in the front door. I must have looked pretty green, because my dad handed me two of those little pink tablets. One chew was all it took to set me off. Twenty-four years later and my stomach still turns over when I remember how they tasted.
When I was a kid my mom insisted I eat a bowl of tomato soup. I told her that if I did, I’d throw up. She made me eat it, and I threw up violently all over the floor. (Incidentally, I told the same thing to a doctor who wanted to put a tongue depressor in my mouth – with the same results.) I wouldn’t touch tomato soup for many, many years after that. But I’ve since eaten it with no ill effects. I still remember that incident whenever I do have it though.
Thought of another one: Cereal. Haven’t eaten it in so many years that it didn’t occur to me in my previous post.
When I was a kid, I stayed for a while at an aunt’s house. One morning, she gave me cereal for breakfast, and insisted I had to drink the milk left over in the bowl afterwards. She wouldn’t let me leave the table until I had. It still makes me gag to think of drinking that discolored, lumpy milk which had acquired all sorts of strange flavors.
That happened when I was about nine. In twenty years, I have never eaten another bowl of cereal.
Nutter Butters and by extension all crunchy peanut butter cookies. When I was 7 or so I had some and was violently ill for a week, missed school and everything. As soon as I started feeling better, what did I ask for? You guessed it, another week of misery.
Tomato soup didn’t gross me out because I never let anyone con me into eating the vile stuff. I got kicked out of preschool because of it. Iwas sitting at the little round table eating the grilled cheese but wouldnt touch the soup. The teachers failed to get me to eat it so the principal/director lady came over to reason with me. She pointed her finger and said “That bowl better be empty before you get up young man”…so I threw it on her. It was for the best though, the Montessori school I went to next was much nicer:)
Jolly Ranchers. I was never a big fan of them to begin with, but they were OK… Until the day I managed to fuse my jaws together on one. With much help from Mom, much warm water rinsed through my mouth, and much alternated biting hard and pulling hard, I was eventually able to get it off, but it wasn’t much fun. I haven’t touched one since.
Tater tots, AKA gems, AKA mini-hash-browns. Back when I was a kid and tater tots were ubitquitous in school lunch programs, “everyone knew” about the one kid who found a cockroach in one. A live cockroach. Perhaps because I never saw it personally (in retrospect, it was probably an urban legend), I’ve since been able to get over it, and even like the things occasionally. But for many years, I couldn’t stand them, for fear that I’d be the second kid to find a roach.
Thank you, sir. I knew you wouldn’t leave a pal hanging. 