My heart actually skipped a beat on the punch line of this. Oatmeal does it too…we once opened an oatmeal tin to find it had been infested by worms.
I don’t remember anything especially gross, but I do have a clear memory of eating the grit you got on brick walls, between the bricks. I seem to remember I liked the texture. I’d slide my finger along the wall, holding my mouth under it. This came to an abrupt halt one day when there was a spider on the wall. Thankfully I stopped in time.
In middle school our lunch line was set up on a buffet table and we served ourselves the sides, then the lunch ladies doled out the main course. One day, I popped a spoon of chocolate pudding into my mouth and found somebody’s chewed gum in it. Put me off of pudding from buffets for life.
I remembered one! Once I drank a can of soda…it was flat,and had been left out. As I finished it, something very solid tumbled into my mouth. I very clearly remember the split second decision - spit it out and be grossed out, or swallow and never know?
I swallowed it. I will never know what it was.
I ate a ladybug. And many, many ants.
Does getting one’s mouth washed out with soap count? If not, I’m guessing that until age 4, I probably ate a few boogers, like most kids.
I have a clear memory of sitting with my best friend/next-door neighbors (we were 3) on the edge of her plastic turtle sandbox, playing … whatever games it is that 3-YOs play in a sandbox. She said something along the lines of “I wonder what sand tastes like?” so we promptly both tried it.
Mmmm … gritty.
Laid daugher on rug to change poopy diaper, turned my back for a minute to get clean diaper from her bedroom and came back to the sounds of “Mmm, nom, nom.” Dang. I didn’t know they did that.
Son told me he thought ants tasted kinda banilla.
Came home from grade school and grabbed the last snack-sized box of cereal, Raisin Bran. It was the one nobody had wanted and had been sitting in the cupboard for quite a while.
Plopped on the davenport, opened it and began pouring it down my throat. About halfway done I must have sensed something was awry because I looked into the box and it was alive with maggots.
Why didn’t she suddenly realize that she, herself had pooped in your daughter’s bathtub? Usually people know.
It must run in the family. 
We had the big snow/ice storm this Monday and Tuesday. Daycare was closed on Tuesday, but of course the Courts were not. And I had two hearings.
The Judge was super cool about my two year old son appearing with me at counsel table. She is a pretty cool judge.
I’m arguing my motion, and I hear this weird scratching/slobbering sound. I look over and realize that my son has climbed on to counsel’s table, and has put the entire microphone in his mouth. He was sucking/chewing on it like a chew toy. 
I don’t know how he hasn’t died of grossness yet.
Next time somebody asks why lawyers always use such ridiculously precise and technical language when drafting documents, I’m going to link to this thread.
I ate a live earthworm for extra credit in biology class. At the time, there was a fad for earthworm recipes since the price of beef had spiked.
A buddy of mine and I used to eat Milk-Bones dog treats just to gross people out. They taste like plain cornmeal, only a bit crunchier.
Pupperonis taste like very lightly spiced pepperoni made from liver.
The nastiest thing I’ve been forced to consume was a rehydration therapy drink during a long bought of illness. I’m claiming medicine as a non-food item!
Said drink was rice-based to give it weight to stay down, blackcurrant flavour and lukewarm. It was like drinking thin, lumpy blackcurrant flavoured wallpaper paste. After the third attempt at trying to drink it the whole lot came back up out of my nose.
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Black current, banana? Why can’t they do something everyone likes, like chocolate?