Ketchup only goes on spaghetti when you’ve made egg noodles. 
Cheese perogies with sour cream, oh my god. For the first week of treeplanting I couldn’t keep any food down; accidentally drank a bit of bad water, probably. I threw up everything; just arriving back into camp after the day’s work nauseated me. I don’t know why perogies are the only food I can’t eat, but, by God, even thinking about them makes me gag.
Cottage cheese has two advantages over ricotta for lasagna.
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It doesn’t have a strong a flavor so it blends with the other ingredients better.
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It doesn’t have that slimey texture that ricotta has.
Cottage cheese may not be a traditional way to make lasagna, but it’s the better way.
Ordinary, white milk.
While I am mildly lactose intolerant, that’s not why. When I was in third grade, my parents divorced, and I went to live with my mom and she transferred me to a new school, where I was promptly labeled as the school pariah. The evil creatures who work in the school cafeteria, in order to contribute their best to making my life a living hell, made it a point to always give me expired (sometimes seriously so) milk–and of course they wouldn’t exchange it if I complained. I had too many lunches complemented with sour milk (along with several other nasties, including being served fried chicken heads at least twice) that I can no longer tolerate the taste of milk.
Cilantro
I was in a store that had just receives a cilantro shipment. By the time I was finished shopping, my hair and clothing was full of it, so was my sinuses. I was smelling it for a week. I can’t bear the scent. I can eat some foods with cilantro in it, but if I get a whiff, nope cannot do.
That’s disgusting.
I like the stronger flavor of ricotta… it’s an integral component of lasagna to me.
And I’d consider cottage cheese to be slimier. If I had to describe ricotta’s texture, it would be pastey, not slimey at all.
I’m thankfully over it now, but for a long time I was turned off of enchiladas by some freeze-dried nightmare calling itself that on a canoing trip once. Some things freeze-dry well (roast beef and mashed potatoes, I’m looking at you), some things freeze-dry bland but edible (eggs), but some things just should not be freeze-dried.
And I was long turned off of both veal parmesan and tater tots by the disgusting versions of those foods in grade-school cafeterias. The former was basically puke on a bun, and the latter had been known to harbor live cockroaches.
She’s Lying. For the love of G-d please don’t use cottage cheese like it’s foodstuff. It’s not. It’s of the devil. Trust me, I should know. And Lute Skywatcher, you too should be ashamed for promoting such a thing. Have you both gone mad? You’re normally so…normal.
All I can say is don’t knock it till you tried it.
I’ve made my lasagna recipe with cottage cheese, ricotta cheese and a mixture and everyone is disappointed when I do it with ricotta. It’s just not nearly as good.
Tuna melt. Just thinking about it makes me lightheaded with disgust. I hate the smell. I hate how it looks. I hate to watch people eat it. I have never tried it because it is too horrible. I am a little squeamish about any hot meat and cheese combo (other than cheeseburgers), probably because my parents never cooked these foods together, probably because their parents didn’t for religious reasons.
The Devil’s Grandmother is warning me away from something Of The Devil. Hmmm.
IT’S REALLY GOOD. REALLY. Seriously, come for dinner, I’ll make lasagne, we’ll have a nice red and a lovely salad. I drain off a lot of the whey from the curds before I put it into the lasagne. YUM!
Um… cheese. Something white and very soft and rich, with a name that sounded like Dulce le Bologna.
This stuff is richer than Croesus. I wasn’t paying attention as I munched on it after eating some sauteed chantrelle mushrooms, so I managed to eat about a third of the chunk on crackers.
(time passes…)
Tummyrumbles…
This sad saga ends with a lovely case of gastric distress, to the degree where I was drinking water just to have something to puke back up. Until that time, I hadn’t thrown up in nearly twenty years. 
Since that time, I haven’t been able to look at other specimens of that cheese OR the mushrooms ever again. 
Corn dogs were ruined for me on a childhood field trip in which I quickly heaved up the treat after finishing it. My first and last corn dog experience.
My mother, in forcing me to sit at the dinner table and finish my meal, made me swear off meatloaf forever. It took me two hours to finish eating it, fighting back constant nausea.
In my early 20s, after a typically bland Mexican restaurant dinner, and dessert of sopa pias with copious amounts of honey, I was horribly sick for three days. Ever since, I feel quite wrong when I eat honey, so I try not to. I think this was a discovery of a honey allergy on top of food poisoning. But the experience was so terrible, I can’t separate honey from stomach aches, flu-like symptoms, awful weakness in the legs, and mental confusion.
I have never, ever been able to drink V 8 tomato juice. Once every 8 or so years I try to drink it and want to vomit almost immediately. I don’t have a problem with tomato soup or tomatoes in general, but something about that juice – my body says no.
I also put my foot down when it comes to Hamburger or Tuna Helper. Life is too short to endure those ever again, and you only get one childhood.
Man… that is screwed up. Couldn’t your mom make you a PB&J or something?
Sauerkraut
Even typing the word makes my stomach seize up. When I was little, my family would occasionally have sauerkraut for dinner and I HATED it. But I was raised in a family where you’re allowed to leave the table only if you have cleaned off your plate. One evening, I got into a screaming fight with my dad over sauerkraut. Eventually, he wore me down. Extremely pissed off, I crammed the kraut in my mouth and stormed upstairs. Either it was the food or the fact that I was upset, I ended up throwing up all night.
Oh, God. I feel your pain. I hate the stuff. Fortunately, my parents didn’t force me to eat it. Liver, however, was another story.