I can’t eat canned beets. I was perhaps four years old and in daycare, and wasn’t feeling particularly well that way. When the staff served us lunch, I told them that I wasn’t feeling well and didn’t want to eat. They thought I was just being stubborn and picky and insisted that I eat my lunch. I told them that if they made me eat, I was going to throw up. I ate, and shortly thereafter there was a large quantity of bright violet vomit all over the place for the staff to clean up. Nearly thirty years later, the smell of beets still makes my stomach turn.
Civeche is delicious, but I am never going to eat it in a restaurant again. A week solid of the worst food poisoning I have ever experienced and never wish to experience again. Unless I personally know how fresh the fish is, and am thoroughly comfortable with the hygiene habits of the person making it, that is a horse I am never getting on again.
Sixty years later and I still have an aversion to anything dairy.
When I was a toddler I wouldn’t eat, just wanted my bottle. I ended up in the hospital with malnutrition and was tied down in a crib with IVs going in my inner thigh. I think of it as my A Clockwork Orange experience and it did the job. No more milk for me!
Then when I was around three or so I was hungry (apparently I’d started eating) and went to the refrigerator and found a hunk of cheddar. Unfortunatly, I didn’t know it wasn’t supposed to be covered in hairy mold.
Now I have some OKs and some Not OKs. I can’t put butter on my toast, but I like garlic bread. I can’t eat cheese, but I love pizza. I can’t eat yogurt or cottage cheese or sour cream, but I like cheesecake and onion dip.
A few years ago I started putting a little butter on my potatoes and ears of corn. I like it. I’ll eat ice cream every once in a while but it leaves a bad taste in my mouth.
Bologna. One day when I was twelve or thirteen I’d had bologna sandwich in my bag lunch at school. Not long after finishing my lunch, I was sitting out on the patio I felt queasy and nauseaous and before I could even get up to find a trash can or the school nurse I’d upchucked lunch and probably breakfast as well. Felt fine the rest of the day, and I have no idea why I might have felt the need to puke my guts up that day, but since then I can’t look at bologna in the eye without going green at the gills. Even similar force meats like hot dogs are right out.
I couldn’t eat roast pork for years because it smells the same as burning human.
I can eat it now but I don’t really enjoy it.
That’s…kinda creepy.
Pizza Hut Chocolate Dunkers. My oldest and I had some one day and then came down with a stomach virus. To this day, even looking at a picture of them makes us both feel queasy.
There’s nothing like beets for producing horrific puke. Demonic pea soup isn’t even in the running.
Artificial orange flavor. As a child I took a lot of orange antibiotic for what they thought were ear infections (TMJ and tooth grinding made my ears ache terribly). I hated the meds so much. Now I can’t drink orange soda, eat orange Popsicles etc. Just takes me right back. Blech.
Cherry, for me! Everything in my experience was flavored with nasty artificial cherry flavor - cough syrup, cough drops, Sucrets. Kool Aid, Jello, popsicles, candy candy candy. To this day, I can’t stomach anything cherry - no pie, turnovers, candy. Ick.
Other than despising cherry flavoring, as for actual food - even if something made me sick in the past, I guess it didn’t ‘take’, because I still eat it. The Chinese buffet has made me ill a couple of times, but how can I not take the beautiful seafood??? There’s a good chance it will stay down!
I never learn.
Shit really? Same here, small world.