I can’t eat red peppers anymore.
I used to not mind them, until one day I caught a stomach flu, after eating a dinner that was chock full of fresh red peppers.
During a session of hardcore vomiting, I believe a piece of red pepper managed to lodge itself in either my nose or sinuses. I could smell nothing but red pepper for the better part of a week.
It wasn’t just ice cream, but homemade ice cream!
We didn’t close the lid properly and the salt/ice mixture leaked into the ice cream. Had a big bowlful. Didn’t mind it at the time but never could eat homemade again. Still can’t, 40 years later. 
Eat a couple of saltine crackers and drink a glass of water. It’s what market researchers use to cleanse the pallet during taste testing.
My parents brought home a box of donuts that had been fried in rancid oil once, when I was a kid. I can still vividly remember the flavor and, while donuts don’t completely disgust me anymore, I don’t find them hard to resist.
Are these the pallets that the product came on, or what?
I made a batch of waffles with rancid oil once (corn oil, not olive). You wouldn’t think a tablespoon of oil could completely trash a sizable batch of waffles. You would be wrong. Not only did they taste foul, they had an odd brittle texture.
I still eat waffles, I’m glad to say. But I sniff oil before using it for anything.
As a child I once vomited up macaroni and cheese. I remember seeing a big bubble of regurgitated cheesy fluid wobbling on top of my plate. I haven’t been able to eat the stuff since, and I like pasta, and I like cheese. But the two together make me want to vomit. I can’t even eat macaroni salad. Once Ivylad was cooking pasta shells, mentioned that they looked “fluffy,” and that turned me right off dinner that night.
Dude, all y’all are trying to give me a food complex. (If there were ever a time we needed a pukey smiley, this thread is it)
I asked my dad to mail me a bagful of flour krupuk (basically chips made from flour that you deepfry. Kind of like the veg version of pork rinds). Unfortunately, the oil he used musta been rancid because my tongue tasted like I’d fellated an engine that hadn’t been cleaned in years.
I have two questions:
I meant to ask that too . . .
Different types of oil go rancid at different rates, but they pack the stuff with something other than oxygen at the factory, sometime nitrogen, but I don’t know what else they use.
Sesame oil goes bad especially quickly, so I refrigerate it.
The distinctive smell of dog food is rancid oil - dogs like it better that way!
Maybe that’s the ticket - eat some Beggin’ Strips - “Dogs don’t know it’s not Bacon!!!”
Posted by Giraffe:
Well, I thought the disgusting nature of my problem, and the similar stories it was likely to elicit, might reasonably include language that belongs in the Pit. On the other hand, it’s nice to see that we can now curse freely in MPSIMS. (Or maybe that was always the case.)
Posted by Sleel:
Okay, if you really want to know, it was related to the leg surgery I had last week. I was warned that I might be constipated afterwards; by Sunday, and 72 hours without a bowel movement, it was becoming clear this was the case. I practically never have this problem, so I wasn’t sure how to deal with it. I drank several cups of coffee, and even had a milkshake: nothing.
Then I remembered that Jack Dempsey used to drink a little olive oil before a fight to clear out his system. Okay, it seemed reasonable that oil might get things moving. Obviously you’d want to use fresh olive oil, the kind you’d sprinkle with rosemary and dip bread into.
This is where the brain malfunction (which I’m blaming on painkillers) comes into play. I opened my cabinet and took out an old bottle with maybe half an inch left in it. Anybody with a normally functioning brain would have realized the oil was too old, likely rancid, and should be tossed instead of swallowed. But down it went, about a teaspoon. Not only did it not help, but it immediately made me queasy. I ended up dealing with the original problem through more drastic measures.
Happy now? I like to think of life’s endless series of humiliations as character-building lessons.
An excellent attitude! I find that dried fruit always gets the ol’ tract moving nice and quick, by the way.
Palate. There, is that better? Is that what you wanted to read? WHY CAN"T YOU LEAVE ME ALONE? Just kidding. It was late, and I didn’t bother to preview.
I ate (or at least put in my mouth and chewed) a rotten brazil nut once; the taste was foul and indescribable, but if I was forced to attempt to define it, I would say zombie halitosis.
Free Advice: Don’t Swallow Rancid Oil
I feel that rancid items have an undeserved reputation. Some of us rather enjoy them.
Actually, I reread what I wrote last night, and I was like… “man, I’m such a dick.”
Let’s split the difference: Saltine crackers taste like pallets and also cleanse the palate. They’re Pallaterific!
Bah. I use Olive Oil for everything: omelettes, in the pancake batter :eek: , sauteing veggies, etc. I buy Philppo Berio light tasting oil.
I did read it and figured that you wanted to keep the situation focused on the taste. Good writing and all that. It was later, I was curious, and so I asked.
I was surprised that no one else had asked because, let’s face it, what else are you going to do? Post about the time you drank that Pepsi with the grey-green mat of fungus floating on the top?