I ate a lot of pistachio nuts at one sitting and they didn’t stay down.
I eat them again now but it was a few years before I could and I am much more cognizant of how many I eat and have a lot more restraint.
One of my great-uncles was in WWII and refused to eat cottage cheese after that (spam too) because he said it seemed that was all he ever ate then.
spaghetti and pizza… spaghetti becuase I ate it two or 3 times a week with my mom and others and pizza because Ive eaten pizza every Friday for 5-10 years due to aunts and grandkids …
this is me and tequila …
Worked at Burger King for a couple of years in high school - took a good 10 - 15 years before I could contemplate that food again without wanting to hurl. It wasn’t the food, it was the smell of the place. Eventually got through all that and still have a soft spot for the whopper and original chicken sandwich.
I’ve never tasted Southern Comfort, because even as a teen, I heard enough horror stories about it to suggest that maybe it should be called Southern DIScomfort.
There have been a few things that I have craved to a point where I ate it at least once daily, and then it ran out, and/or the craving went away, and I didn’t think about it again for a while.
Cashews for me, and while I didn’t hurl it was over a decade before I ate another one.
My dad used to be friends with a guy who worked somewhere where apparently he had access to boxes of free Nutri Grain Bars. I think he was a supervisor who got the “about to expire” boxes for free since we would get a box from him once a month with a DO NOT SELL BY (Beginning of current month) halfway into said month. At first they were great, it was basically eating little fruit cakes for breakfast, but then after six months we ate so many I haven’t ate one since and even the smell of them triggers something nauseous in my mind.
Food, no. Alcohol, yes. I can’t think of a vodka gimlet without wanting to barf.
My favorite Mountainhouse freeze dried (backpacking) food was beef stew, which during my thru hike of the Appalachian Trial I had one to many and something happened and became repulsed by even the thought of it. I have had that beef stew since then and actually enjoyed the first few bites however it quickly reverted to the repulsiveness came back.
There are foods are ate a lot as a kid that lost their appeal, like Chef Boyardi ravioli, but it’s not from eating too much. It’s just too bland compared to what i cook myself now.
I’ll go on streaks where I eat something over and over for a week or two then have to take a break but I come back to it eventually.
When we were teenagers, my now-wife would mainline Coca-Cola. Like, have the restaurant server leave the pitcher. Now it disgusts her to the point she barely remembers drinking or liking it. I don’t know when exactly it happened, but I suspect it was around when she started dabbling with a low-carb diet.
At least 50 years ago, as a young adult pothead with poor impulse control, I succumbed to The Munchies by scarfing an entire can of Sardines In Ketchup, followed immediately by less than half a can of Sardines In Mustard. As I remember it I was horribly nauseated for a good long while before violently ejecting the mistake.
I’ve never been able to even look at a can of sardines since that fateful afternoon.
My wife worked for Sees, and they have the same rule.
She never got off chocolate, but ate a lot less after a short period.
Ha! I use shallots instead of Onions in my sausage stuffing (yes, I use a lot less). One year I used too many, and smelled like shallots for days… well, I couldn’t stop eating that wonderful leftover stuffing, now could I?
My Dad was forced to eat bananas during WW2 due to various tropical diseases, especially dysentery. He wouldn’t touch one later, altho banana cream pie was okay.
Oh gawd yes. 
I can now use it in a mixed drink or something but not straight.
It’s cherries for me. When my grandmother moved into a new house, it had a cherry tree in the backyard. My mom, my sister and I went over and picked a boatload of cherries. Mom kept making cherry pies and anything else she could think of to use them up. I won’t eat anything with cherries in it to this day.
I’m going to skip over anything that I associate with getting sick. Let’s start with spaghetti. For a few years of my childhood, I was eating spaghetti 2-3 times a week. I asked my mother about this and she said it was cheap, everyone liked it, and she could feed everyone with it easily. I won’t eat spaghetti now. I don’t find it gross or anything, you could replace the spaghetti noodles with elbow macaroni or something and I’ll eat it, but I won’t eat spaghetti.
We can go with curry next, but I got over this one. My mother made some attempts at curry when I was a child that was so bad I avoided it until I was in my early 40s. One day I just decided to go try some Indian food and I fell in love.
Lentil soup is one I’ll never get over. Again, when I was a child, my mother made a lentil soup that was so bad even my father didn’t want to eat it. This is a guy who ate army food without complaining. My sister and I refused to eat it but my father ate his without complaining telling my mother it was fine. I don’t know if they were having a fight or what, but my mother served the leftover lentil soup for dinner the next night. When I asked about this years later, it was because she wanted dad to be honest about not liking the soup. Still don’t know what the real deal was, but we all suffered.
Yeah, it took me a long, long time to like tequila again. But I do.
I ate popcorn for lunch every other day in college. I could get it for super-cheap at the student union. I stayed away from that for a long time too.
We had an apple tree at my childhood home. I canned apples, froze apple, made apple pie, apple crisp, baked apples, applesauce, and apple butter. I’m not very keen on most apples any more. I can eat them but it’s not a regular treat for me. Same with hamburgers and hot dogs. I know that I can love a good burger but chicken has become my go-to.
Heh. I wondered whose picture that was. Mine was next to “Passed out on the couch every Friday and Saturday.”
And the alcohol I cannot tolerate after the first experience is sloe gin. I refuse to go into a room if there’s a bottle of that in sight.
Andes mints. Little chocolates in foil wrappers. They look classy. But after you eat a bunch of them, you realize how waxy and unappealing they are.
My GF likes garlic but is really dodgy about eating it because she fears she will exude garlic smell for the next few days.
No amount of telling her one dish with garlic once in a while won’t really do that will change her mind. She remains cautious. She’ll eat dishes with garlic (and enjoy them) but not dishes with a lot of garlic and not often.
In the past I have had girlfriends who insisted I have a bite or three of any dish they had that had garlic and/or onion in it to be sure that we both had garlic breath when we kissed.
When I was 20, I went through a bad patch in which I was subsisting mostly on baked bean sandwiches with soy sauce and plain oatmeal with raspberry jam stirred in.
Dinner would be a pack of crunchy corn kernels and a Mr Pibb from the vending machines at work.
I’m now 68 and can almost tolerate these combinations again.
Never heard of such a thing. Do I want to know?
Did I mention the sandwiches were made with convenience store wheat bread?
I first saw baked bean sandwiches mentioned in The Mad Scientists’ Club. They’re not half bad if you add a little raw onion to them.
Mind you, I was using B&M style baked beans, not the Heinz-in-tomato-sauce kind. Actually, both make pretty good beans on toast if you want a quick hot meal.
I used soy sauce because I couldn’t afford butter or mayo. It did add some umami, though no one knew what that was at the time.
Nothing really tasted bad, it was just that I was thoroughly sick of everything after eating it for three months. I couldn’t even afford milk and sugar for my tea. (I stirred in raspberry jam instead.)