But…but…drinking the leftover cereal milk is the best part of eating cereal!
Raw Oysters.
::shudder::
My mother loved the nasty things, but I managed to get to age 26 without ever trying one - I just didn’t like the way they looked, and I didn’t like the taste of them fried. Then one drunk night out in grad school I was talked into trying one. Hey! That was actually kinda tasty! So I ate a dozen.
You guessed it. I was sick as a dog for a month. I knew I was in trouble two days later when I drank a big glass of iced tea, and it was still cold when it came back up. I have never been that sick. To this day I cannot stand the sight of raw oysters and I will starve to death before I will eat another one.
Green eggs. I’ve never tried them, but they seem downright disgusting to me. Yech.
My father had a similar problem with tomato soup. He ate some as he was developing a bleeding gastric ulcer. He threw up the tomato soup and kept throwing up until he was then throwing up blood. Put him off tomato soup forever. My mom telling us this story as she served us tomato soup and dad something else should have put us off tomato soup as well, but we happily ate it with our grilled cheeses, but we were weird kids.
I feel sorry for those who can’t eat Mexican Wedding Cookies or Nutter Butters … then again, that means more for me!
I remember another food for myself. Egg Foo Yung. Used to love the stuff, then got a bad case of food poisoning from some. It was a while before I ate any Chinese food again but that put me off egg foo yung for ten years. When I finally tried it again, I just didn’t like it anymore.
For me it was clam strips. The date was May 16, 1986. My family and I went out for seafood that evening and I ordered clam strips, deciding to try something new and different. Fast forward to 2:00 AM the following morning. I got a queasy feeling in my stomach and I knew I would have to puke, so I went into the bathroom and ralphed it out. Funny how you feel better once it’s over with. Unfortunately this was only the first of several trips to the bathroom over the next 24 hours or so, before I finally got it out of my system. My mother called the restaurant the next day to find out if any other patrons had reported illnesses from eating there that night, but nobody else had called in with any such reports. Whatever it was that caused me to throw up, it was enough to put me off of clam strips forever.
My sister also cannot stand cottage cheese. Even before she was forced to eat it she knew it would make her sick. One night she was staying with a friend of hers, whose mother was very strict about the children eating everything they were served, no matter what (kids are starving in China, you know). My sister tried to refuse it and even eplained that eating it would make her sick, but she was forced to eat it anyway. Sure enough, she puked it up and her friend’s mom got mad at her for making a mess on the floor. At that point my sister decided to go back home.
My mother also had a problem with eating pineapple. In her youth she got sick after eating pineapple (I don’t remember if she said it was canned or fresh). In any case, it wasn’t until well into her adulthood that she could stomach the thought of eating pineapple again.
Depends on the circumstance. You should try them in a box. Or with a fox. Makes all the difference.
I see this a lot. Massive ingestion of alcohol, followed by consumption of some sort of food, usually to try to mitigate the symptoms caused by the alcohol. Followed by violent illness, alcohol-induced.
Followed by cries of “Food poisoning, I’m going to sue!” with subsequent long tales of permanent aversion to the food ingested.
Almost never followed by actual aversion to the causative agent, alcohol.
Is there some kind of whooshing occuring in my vicinity?
What’s the answer to the riddle?
What’s the point of the blog entry?
-FrL-
Pistachio nuts, which is sad, because I really do (did) like them, and they served me well for many years as my failsafe healthy snack. Then one day I had some pistachios and later came down with a deathly stomach flu. I’m certain the bug had been brewing (it was going around my office) and had nothing to do with the actual pistachios themselves, and it was a bad one. Ever since, even thinking about pistachios makes me a little queasy.
See post #31.
I have a friend who loved Chinese food. One day she went to The Tainted Chinese Buffet. She puked beansprouts out her nose. Needless to say, she’s off the Chinese.
A few months ago, my boss picked up a nice whopping lunch of chicken strips and french fries for me. He even got me some honey mustard for dipping. I usually shun honey mustard, but I didn’t want to embarrass him, so I tried it, and it was pretty okay. So I ate the lot.
A few hours later, I was starting to feel a bit sick. So I drank some water, etc. At the time, I was cooking up some samosas for dinner, and I wasn’t so sure about eating, but I often get a bit queasy when I’m really just really hungry. Surely a bit of food couldn’t hurt, right?
Well… It probably didn’t hurt; the damage had already been done. But as the samosas were on top, they were the first ones out. And they came out very violently, with very great speed. The chicken and fries made their way out through the opposite exit. This went on for about… eight or nine hours, to the point where there was nothing left to come out. For the next three days, I was terrified of anything resembling food. I’ve only recently taken a few stabs at eating fast food.
I do have hopes that I will someday be able to eat samosas without remembering that particular experience. But I will not eat anything that comes from the same kitchen as those chicken strips. And definitely no more honey mustard.
When I was 7 or 8, my Brownie troup went to some sort of Girl Scout festival, where, amongst other activies, we made “edible camp fires” with breadsticks and marshmallows. What we didn’t eat then got packed up in a Baggie and sent home with us. That night at home, I ate my marshmallows and promptly got sick. I haven’t been able to eat marshmallows since.
Any of the Chef Boy-R-Dee products labeled as spaghetti. Ate a can of Spaghetti-O’s for lunch one day and started feeling ill shortly thereafter. A few hours later my parents came home from work and announced the family was going out for dinner that night. Just before we left, I promptly barfed all over my the back of my father’s pants. I had to stay home and clean up the mess while everyone else went out to eat. Just the smell of that stuff turns my stomach to this day.
I cannot stand fish soups or stews. My mother used to make a sort of bouillabaise-type fish stew, except she would throw in a raw egg as the soup cooked. Every time she made it was a battle of wills between my mother and me. I never actually got sick because of it, I just plain didn’t like it. Many years passed before I could even bring myself to try egg-drop soup because I was afraid it would taste like fish. I still can’t stand Siete Mares soup (a soup containing seven types of seafood).
When I was 3 or 4, I was eating a PBJ. Like all kids, I loved PBJ. I was a clumsy child and dropped my sandwich on the ground, but I shrugged it off and ate it anyway. There was a twig or something in it, and I vomited it up immediately. No more PBJ for me!! Ever.
For me, it’s shredded, dried coconut. Coconut milk is fine, it’s just the dried stuff I don’t like. To me, it tastes bitter and has a weird texture. I think it’s because when I was a little kid I ate some macaroons with some Pepsi, and then a while later threw up all over the place. I ended up staying overnight at the hospital for observation; it was a flu or something.
About ten years ago I got food poisoning from Jack in the Box, specifically from some curly fries. available light (we were just starting to date back then) tried like one or two fries, and got slightly queasy later. I ate the rest, and had some serious stomach knots going on. I only recently started eating there again.
Sugar cane. When I was in grade school, all the kids had lengths of sugar cane that they gnawed on at recess. So I went to the neighborhood grocery store and got a piece for a dime. It tasted really good for a while. Unfortunately, when I picked it up after a brief hiatus, the business end was cold and wet from the juice and my spit. I forged ahead. My tummy started feeling wambly and then I started blowing chunks. In 50 years I’ve never even been tempted to try the stuff again.
Again reinforcing that the 5 second rule doesn’t work.
Gold fish – The spawn of an unholy alliance between Satan and Cthulhu
When I was about 5 or 6 We used to pretend we were wizards making potions in my neighbors back yard. They had a bucket came off the gutters that collected the rain water. (Why they collected rain water in a buck I will never know.) So we were mixing up a special monster making potion of bucket water, salt, orange crush, and I don’t know like 2 or 3 boxes of cheese gold fish. We left it sitting in the sun while we went to go play at the park. When we got back the water was warm and the freaking gold fish were HUGE and just holding together. My friend took a large stick from the ground and mixed it around until it became a orange blob of water. I’m a little sketchy on what happened next but for some reason I put a large beer mug into the bucket and drank it all down. Bad things happened after that…very bad things.
The very smell of gold fish now will bring me to a state of madness no one should know.
To put things in prospective while telling this little tale I almost threw up twice!