Same here-I LOVE scrambled eggs and I absolutely adore omelets. (My father has a recipe for “baked eggs”, which are scrambled eggs with some milk, butter, cheese, then baked in the oven-they’re really good!).
But fried, poached, boiled-yuck yuck yuck. They smell like rancid farts.
Mayonnaise is, as I’ve said before, the devil’s semen. I won’t even eat it in salads. I prefer German potato salad, which is made with vinegar.
Marshmallow peeps. Oh yuck. Too sweet and the coloring dye they use leaves a really nasty bitter aftertaste.
Canned corn. In fact, pretty much the only way I’ll eat corn anymore is fresh on the cob. When I was little, I’d eat frozen corn. But canned? It’s so nasty. DocCathode-what do you mean, before you went kosher-I thought your family was Jewish?
As far as organ meats go, aren’t they pretty high in fat and cholesterol?
Peas, on the other hand, were created by the Antichrist. They feel like pimples popping in your mouth- yech! Eggplant, Lima Beans, Butter Beans, and Peppers are not high up on my favorite list either. Not a big fan of Raspberries, Okra, Squash, or Pork either. Oysters resemble snot and are therefore disgusting as well.
As much as I like the taste, I am morally opposed to Veal. Baby animals should not be forced to be in little cages just so their meat is tender.
I dislike iceberg lettuce. I literally gag whenever I try a salad. Now a good caesar salad with whatever kind of lettuce that is, I really love. Don’t understand the hate for okra some have described. I love fried okra or pickled okra. I won’t eat boiled okra, but that’s because it’s slimy. Have to agree about Mayonnaise. I can’t stand the “cheese product” that fast food joints put on hamburgers to make them cheeseburgers. I guess cilantro is the stuff in salsa that looks like mint leaves. I frankly love salsa, but I don’t know if I even taste cilantro.
Can’t understand the hate for iceberg lettuce. Of all the foods listed here, it is really the one that is most likely to taste like nothing (or water, as the case may be), but I’ll take your word for it.
My food “hates” depend on how the food is prepared. Sometimes something I can’t abide one way is something I absolutely love another way. Onions, for example. Raw onions are a terrible thing, and if they’re put anywhere in or near my food, it turns me off the whole meal. Raw onion will make a whole burger taste terrible, a whole salad taste like nastiness, and make my hubby’s mouth taste like ass. But give me an onion ring, or some french onion soup where the onion is cooked down into sweet oblivion, and you’re my friend for ever. Liver is another. Liver cooked in gravy with bacon (Lamb’s Fry and Bacon) is a bit of a staple in AU from the 50s and 60s. My mum and grandma love it. I, however, cannot stand it and have vomited after being forced to eat strips of that horrible, filter-textured stuff. But hubby’s recently turned me onto pate. It’s tasty, a little spicy, and nice on crackers, with none of that spongelike texture of whole liver that makes me gag.
But if you dare put capsicum in the same room as my food, in any incarnation, I will rip your head off and stuff it down your neck. Capsicum, raw or cooked, spreads its terrible miasma through anything it comes near. An otherwise tasty slice of pizza can be rendered inedible by the pizza-drone’s hamfisted drop of a slice of red capsicum onto the top of it.
I’m also one of the people who finds coriander has an unpleasant taste, though I don’t seem to be one of the ‘supertasters’ who can taste it through anything. I don’t like it in a salad, and if it’s a garnish I’ll take it off the top of my meal, but if it’s mixed and cooked in, and there’s other flavours beside it, then no harm, no foul.
Hot Dogs: In seventh grade they used to have “foot long” hot dogs in the cafeteria. The first time I saw those things, all curled up on themselves and swimming in that greasy water I almost lost it. Now even the smell of hot dogs makes me gag.
Miracle Whip: When I was a kid I thought I hated mayonnaise, but what my family called mayo was actually that overly sweet, oily, mayo-like substance that is Miracle Whip. I’m not a big fan of mayo, but how can anyone can prefer MW to that?
Calamari: Like eating rubber bands. And I’ve had them cooked “correctly”. And clams, oysters and mussels all have a similar texture.
Custard: I can eat custard-like foods like lemon curd and pudding, but put custard (or crème brulee) in front of me and I’ll absolutely gag.
Canned tuna: Only the kind of tuna they put in the cans (albacore?). I love yellow fin but can’t abide the canned stuff.
Corn: On the cob, off the cob and especially creamed. Vile.
I do not eat beans in any way, shape or form. Refried beans are by far the worst. No burrito, nacho, taquito, tostada or chimichanga is safe form my inspection. I have a highly developed bean awareness. Any mexican dish is immediately suspect and questioned. Lime beans, green beans, black-eyed peas are also disgusting, but not as insideous as the refried bean. Restaurants will glue the tortilla on a compuesta sworn to be bean-free on a plate with a dab of offensive refried beans! Beware!
Sierra Indigo: I’m with you on onions. No raw onions, ever, but I love 'em cooked.
I grew up eating organ meats. I am 35 years old and don’t ever have to eat them again. Ever. Tongue, kidney, liver, etc. I also never have to eat wild game again.
So’s mine, and I don’t think anyone in it still alive has ever kept kosher. Assuming makes an ass etc. (When one of my friends found out I had high blood pressure, she said “That’s weird, cause you don’t eat ham…” “Excuse me? Who says I don’t?”)
My parents aren’t kosher. Plus, they didn’t force Judaism on me (except for snipping off my foreskin when I was 8 days old). They sang me Jewish songs, fed me Jewish foods, and made me feel Jewish. I developed a Jewish identity and became observant on my own. The last time I intentionally ate pork was the night the Grovelhog episode of The Storyteller first aired.
We’re doing the same thing with my niece (keyn a heyra). Her first word was Yiddish (Bubby, meaning grandmother). We sing her Jewish songs. As I said, she loves gefilte fish.
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Speaking of my parents-
herring in cream sauce. Yechh
Lox- Like a wad of fat with a lot of salt and a hint of fish.
Raw cabbage, broccoli and cauliflower are fine. When they’re cooked they seem to release some sulpherous compound that makes my stomach turn (so many people adore aloo gobi, which I hate). So do brussel sprouts. But for some reason I adore roasted cauliflower, which pretty much just tastes like french fries to me.
Spam will make me airmail. Spinach tastes like hay. Yougert -I dont get it. Flavored barely passes. Ducks blood soup. Wife loves it. She is wrong. Liver tastes lioke dirt.
Ah, I see. I wondered if it was something like in Catholicism, where you don’t have to fast during Lent until you’re fourteen.
Which reminds me of another big yuck-Communion wafers. That was the biggest thing about First Communion-getting to FINALLY find out what it tasted like.
Guess what? It tastes like PAPER. Big disappointment.
Cauliflower, olives, abalone, squid, kimchee, asparagus and cucumbers disgust me. I cannot stand yogurt, but I love buttermilk. I also really like liver and onions. Okra and squash are great; I don’t know how anyone can dislike them. I even like chitlins and cracklins.
The spice cumin. Tastes like…oh I dont know soapy dirt. Love middle eastern food, hate cumin. Ate it when I was pregnant and thats one of the two times I threw up during my whole pregnancy. Also I thought Ihated eggplant for a long time, turns out its only the cummin it was cooked with.
The other was after drinking two giant cups of green tea and then having my husband drive at excessive speeds up the Sea to Sky Highway, so i dont think it was morning sickness as much as just plain motion sickness.
Other bad foods… Parmesan Cheese… as noted… smells like unwashed feet…I dont really mind the taste, once its cooked into a food but sprinkling it on perfectly good spaghetti?
Canned foods in general tend to be slimy and sort of unnatural and I avoid if possible. Canned peas are genetically inedible …my mother , myself and now my two year old flat out refuse to eat them. They look like they are military surplus…
I dont eat organ meats, but I never had to growing up either.
Apple juice tastes like burp. Theres always some in the fridge for my son, but If I want an apple I eat an apple.
Mushrooms are what is to happen if Mother Earth died, decayed, and was left to ferment in a bathtub in summer. Mushrooms would happen when that rotting, repulsive corpse, swimming in rotting, repulsive corpse mitso, is squished - her squished, pliable nipples are mushrooms.
Mushrooms are eating Mother Earth’s nipples after they have decayed to the point of being softer than a maggot infested peach.
What grows off of decaying matter, tastes of growed off decaying matter. That is their taste: decaying matter.
The taste of powdery desicated earthworms shrivled between pavement and the heatlamp of a summer sun. The taste of wet, oozing, organic swamp dirt tunneled with earthworms and centipedes. The taste of brownian motion of writhing maggots and flying fruitflies feasting off of a bloated, juicy, carcass leaking blood and organ juice.
It’s the taste you feel when you smell congealled pig’s blood. The smell that burns your innards, like you continually have to sneeze but are unable to, of congealed blood waltzing from a rotting pig heart. Rotting and congealed, yet among that terrible, putrid, mouth watering smell, you can smell hay, and farm, and pitchforks during harvest.
