Hey, Debbie Downer: this isn’t a morality play. It’s a thread about stuff we don’t like. Lighten up.
LOL
I was going to go into a whole “Yea, I know that during the “Siege of Leningrad” they ate boots and axle grease, however…” but you went “All In”…
matt_mcl has mentioned this as well - add me to the list. I fucking hate raw tomatoes. All my friends think I’m mental, because I’ll eat tomato products and even sun-dried tomatoes, but you couldn’t get me to eat raw ones if you told me the fate of the free world depended on it.
Cucumbers are also pretty high up there on The List.
Hate:
Licorice
Blueberries
Coffee
Raw celery
Liver
Dislike:
Pineapple
Almonds
Bananas
Dr. Pepper
Ranch dressing
Sounds like you haven’t been introduced to surmjolk. It’s an old-school Scandinavian thing–take fresh whole milk, put it in a wooden tub up above the hearth, and let it thicken. It ends up sour (hence the name) and the texture of glue. Years ago I was visiting relatives who had made a batch–the stuff was so cohesive that after pouring some into a glass, a strand as thick as your finger remained between the stuff in the glass and the stuff in the pitcher. They cheerfully took a pair of scissors and cleanly snipped it halfway along the length of the strand, and the two ends snapped back into the glass and pitcher respectively.
Can’t say I’m overly fond of that particular beverage.
I usually say, “I like beef, too, but you won’t see me biting into a live cow.” Certain foodstuffs simply have to be prepared in some way before they are edible. Potatoes. Rice. Squash. Wheat, for godsakes. And all of those things are more palatable raw than tomatoes are.
Hear, hear. I am exactly the same way. Every few years, I try to eat one bite of raw tomato. All that does is reinforce that I really, really don’t like raw tomatoes.
Tomato products, though, yum.
Weird.
Olives.
For real, dog.
Also: Mushrooms, Catsup, Mustard, Asparagus, and Sweet Potatoes.
Ugh YES! Buttermilk is God’s curse on old people.
I’ve tried those myself, and durian cookies and ice cream. Not too common, more of a novelty item, but yeah, I thought those were okay. They do seem to process the cadaver smell and dumpster-slime taste out of the fruit for that somehow.
But here’s a durian story for you. Years ago, in the first couple of years of our marriage, we lived in a single-room apartment in Bangkok. A studio, I guess you would call it, rather large. Since it was one room, everything was in that same room, including the refrigerator and bed.
My in-laws were still alive back then, too, here in Bangkok. We went to visit them one Saturday like we often did. We went straight home to watch a movie on laserdisc. (This was back in the days of laserdiscs.) Unbeknownst to me, my mother-in-law gave my wife some durian. It was wrapped in tinfoil and sealed inside a Tupperware container. When we got home, my wife puts the container in the refrigerator. So we have some durian; it’s wrapped in tinfoil, sealed inside a Tupperware container and inside the refrigerator, and I still don’t know about it.
So we settle in to watch the movie. We watched it sitting on our bed, the fridge not far away. Some time into the movie, I detect a whiff of something really bad. I think it must be me. After all, we’d just journeyed across Bangkok and back, and I do tend to sweat like a Westerner. I thought it must be me and that I needed a bath. A little while later and the smell is growing even stronger. I’m feeling very self-conscious now, fearing my sweetie might decide to divorce me for smelling this bad, I think it really must be me. By the end of the movie, the smell was quite strong, and I started apologizing to my wife and said I was taking a shower right away. That’s when she told me about the durian.
I’m not in the habit of laying down rules in our marriage, but even though we had a good laugh about that incident, I put my foot down and banned durian from our domicile.
No, I like celery as well. People think I’m peculiar for liking it but I’m pleased that there’s at least one healthy thing I like.
That’s funny, is is almost identical to my list, just add:
Tomatoes
Beets
Limburger
Anything with sauteed onions and bacon - I love them individually but together? Ick!
Most organ meat
The Wonton soup at Mama Fu’s (not that I ever wondered what slime covered shit and slugs tasted like…)
I have a pathological hatred of eggs. I truly believe if I were on a deserted island and hadn’t eaten in two weeks and someone dropped a plate of scrambled eggs in front of me, I would starve to death.
Someone just offered me some okra. I don’t eat anything that comes with its own snot
You can come stand over here by me. We’ll make a secret club with a handshake and everything.
What does this have to do with anything? Yes, when starving one will resort to eating bugs and garbage and all sorts of things. Does that mean that when we aren’t starving we have to like it? Does that mean that we’re some how selfish amoral assholes for having food preferences? Give me a break.
For the record, I’ve been hungry.
Doesn’t mean a damn thing once you start eating again. I’m still allowed to dislike liver. I’ve got a card that says so!
I can’t think of anything that changes nearly as much by processing as tomatoes while staying pretty close to their raw shape/color. I tend to think of garlic like tomatoes in that way. Raw garlic is heaven, but so very strong. Roasted garlic looks like garlic, smells like garlic, but is oh so sweet.
I went to an indian grocery for spices and stuff and picked up some asifotida (sp?) That stuff is in a sealed plastic jar, sealed inside a mason jar and put in a large tupperware container, and you can STILL smell it. I haven’t gotten the guts to try it yet.
That does it. I’m ordering a medical bracelet that says I don’t like beets and brussel sprouts.
Any of the seeds related to the anise: caraway, etc. I hate them blazingly, furiously, loathe and despise. If I bite into one by accident, it actually makes me mad. A friend of mine (when I was much, much younger) bought me a shot of ouzo, and I slammed it down (its like liquid licorice, if you don’t know…) and glared at him with such rage he feared for his teeth. That is the only ouzo I have ever had, thirty five years and counting
I have no idea why I loathe them, but I do.
Papaya. I can’t bear the smell. It’s as if someone just threw up all over the plate.