I hate cantaloupe more than anything on the planet.
Wow…you people are weird 
There are very few foods I refuse to eat. There are some I like better than others. In general, I’m not a big vegetable fan, but prepared in certain ways even I think they are delicious. A typical example would be asparagus. Steamed…barforama. Grilled? It could be served as dessert. Cooked, packaged, frozen spinach? Ew. Packaged frozen spinach used in a dip? Deelish.
I’m amazed at why people don’t like certain foods, especially when the reason is texture. I love the texture of so many foods, but it’s never a reason for not eating something.
I refuse to eat liver. I dislike the taste, and once I learned what it does…
I won’t eat any entrails, brains, eyes, etc. even if they taste like pumpkin pie.
I remember Brussels sprouts as being the nastiest thing on the planet, but my parents were pretty cool about not serving things I didn’t like, so the last time I had one was about 35 years ago.
Another related topic, that I already kind of alluded to, is foods you don’t like because of how they are prepared. My parents weren’t British, but you’d think they were the way they boiled and overcooked everything. I’ve totally turned into a food snob, and a slow food snob, as I’ve gotten older. And my parents love my cooking
Any alcohol makes me nauseated. Also, the taste and texture of cooked mushrooms are disgusting.
I find it odd that fruit cake is on this list. I thought fruitcake was the one thing sterotypically disliked by everyone. As for me, it’s rare to find a food I don’t like enough to not eat. But celery is up there, as is butter milk. And those slimy pickles that come on burgers.
I have thrown something away because I couldn’t get the mustard off of it. I don’t mind mustard in really small amounts, but the normal amount is way to overpowering to me.
Raw squid. Calimari is/are yummy, but I suspected the squid after a visit to LA’s Little Japan left me with food poisoning. (Not sure why–it didn’t taste bad.) So, no more *ika *for me.
Otherwise, I’m pretty lucky! Although any food can be rendered inedible by the cook.
Sweet potatoes. Dreadful stuff.
Most berries - blueberries and raspberries especially. Strawberries are fine.
I absolutely cannot stand the taste of raw garlic; if I were forced at gunpoint to eat a clove, I’d probably end up puking it right back up. Evil, foul taste.
Onions. Slimy and spicy and ugh.
Eggs. Of any variety. Scrambled, runny, boiled, I simply abhor them.
Bananas. I can eat a banana if it’s ripe and fresh, but as soon as it starts getting brown and mushy – hell freaking no.
Goldfish crackers. There I said it.
Eggs. In any form. I wish I was able to eat them because they can form a quick, easy, nutritious meal but I can’t stand the taste, texture or even the smell of eggs.
Me too! I thought I was the only one.
Whenever there is a cake at work for someones b-day I take a small piece to be social and I try a bite or two and pitch it. Sometimes I don’t even try it. It just does not appeal to me.
Mom makes me cookies for my birthday, rather than cake, and has for years and years. At one office get together for December birthdays, years ago, they got one of those giant cookies instead of cake. That was awesome! Odd that brownies work for me - I really like them. But cake? no way!
Green beans.
As a kid I would slyly stuff them into the upholstery of my mother’s dining-room chairs.
This led to a spanking when she was vacuuming said chairs several months later. I would assume they were dessicated and furry at this point and I can’t really blame her, except for the fact that I had to eat them or I couldn’t leave the table.
I liked other vegetables, Mom! Why force the green beans??
I also cannot eat foods with “runny” fillings. Cadbury eggs, fried pies, certain fruit pastries…if I bite into it and something viscuous comes running out of it, I will gag and/or throw up.
I also cannot stomach plain yogurt, cottage cheese, or most types of pudding.
If it’s more liquid than solid, chances are good I cannot deal with it.
I’m weird in that I rarely encounter a food I hate. I’m a vegetarian, but other than that I don’t consider myself a picky eater.
The thing is, I don’t spend a lot of time thinking about the things I don’t like. They’re not things I have to ask about in restaurants or refuse at events or anything. I’m rarely in a situation where I have to refuse, for example, a cup of yogurt.
So I was coming in here to mention yogurt (the flavored kind that comes in little plastic cups. I’m okay with tzatziki and such) and juice- including kool-aid, lemonade, sports drinks, and so on. And iced tea.
But reading other lists reminds me of other things I can’t stand. Number one is milk. I LOATHE milk. Have since I was tiny. It’s the most vile substance known to man. Never ate it in my cereal, never drank a glass of it voluntarily. Even cream sauces ick me out, though they don’t make it onto my “don’t like it” list- just my “wouldn’t choose it” list.
Whipped cream, too, but I think that’s because it’s too milky and weird and bland and sweet.
And raisins are gross. They’re gross enough on their own, but the fact they have to go and ruin perfectly good things like oatmeal cookies is just wrong. sad and wrong.
I actually don’t like blueberries, either. Shame, because they look like they’re delicious, but I just don’t like them. The skins separate from the squishy insides and get stuck in my teeth.
I love raspberry sauce/desserts if the seeds are strained out. I hate them, but I love the flavor of fresh raspberries. Same with any fruit that has seeds you’re supposed to eat, unless they’re really tiny like strawberries.
I’m weird about pork products. I like bacon, ham & sausage, but I can’t stand pork chops or ribs.
I hate most seafood. I can eat shrimp in very small amounts, but everything else is nasty.
I certainly wouldn’t dream of telling you what to do, but I had a friend who hated blueberries, too, and when I made a blueberry pie from wild blueberries picked along the Blue Ridge Parkway, he curled his lip at it. Eventually, though, he got curious (everyone was raving), and tried a small bite–and then a big slice. Turns out that he just hated the fat, squishy, bland domesticated blueberries you can buy at the store. Wild blueberries, those tart little flavorbombs, were delicious to him.
At first I thought y’all were just being precious snowflakes, to be honest. Oh, look at me, how sensitive my palate is! But then someone mentioned fruit, and I have to confess that my wife teases me all the time about my fruit snobbery. It’s a personal failing, I think, but I have a hard time motivating myself to eat fruit from the grocery store. Except in rare circumstances, it tastes bland and unappealing to me. (Once in awhile something will be exactly in season, and then I’ll groove on the fresh peaches or strawberries or whatever). Give me some wild fruit plucked off the bush/tree myself, and I’m a happy little forager. It ends up that I get very little fruit in my diet.
Other than that, I don’t think I have weird food hangups. Not a fan of eggplant, but I’ll eat it if I must. I feel obscurely guilty about eating octopus, a holdover from my vegetarian days and reading about how smart the little buggers are. Fast food hamburgers are not worth the effort. But there’s nothing that I find really difficult to eat.
Coffee.
Avocados.
Sweet potatoes.
Lamb.
Is it just a conceptual gross-out? Would you eat something made with meat you’d ground yourself?
indeed. I love cilantro. I used to date a guy who made a mean chana masala, but he couldn’t mince for shit, so I’d always do the cilantro. I’d then walk around until dinner was ready smelling my hands and smiling with glee.
IIRC squid goes bad really quickly, really easily, and not always in noticable ways. I got massive-barfing food poisoning when I was living in Japan from a squid curry at a Vietnamese restaurant.
Are you talking real whipped cream, or the kind that comes in cans at the store?
Yes! YES! How could I have forgotten raisins? Stop turning grapes into leathery abominations, you heathens.
OH AND: crustaceans. Bugs of the sea, stay the hell away from my mouth.
Bell Peppers. The taste isn’t too bad but the smell is rank and the repeatability - ugh- I want to belch just thinking about it. If they are cooked with anything else the whole dish tastes on only one thing - bell peppers. Because of this I can never be a vegetarian. Apparently there is some sort of law that says all vegetarian dishes MUST have bell peppers in them.
Several that have already been mentioned:
Peanut Butter (in the OP)
Cilantro (funny story - several years ago, I went to dinner at the house of my then-fiancee’s stepmother, who was Chilean. She served us salad, and I couldn’t figure out why the salad tasted like it had already been put in the trash can. I choked it down and later quizzed my fiancee on the ingredients without explaining why. It was then that I discovered my hatred of cilantro.)
Bananas
Bacon - now I know why Elvis never invited me to Graceland!
…and one no one else has posted: Black Pepper. It makes living near the South a joy, I tell you!