I was talking to my wife and the subject of Mac-n-cheese came up and I mentioned that I had never had it in my life. But it wasn’t a staple of my childhood, and for some reason it wasn’t part of my college experience and thus I have made it to the ripe old age of almost 50 without trying it.
Anyone else with me? Is there some common food that ‘everyone’ you know loves that you have never even tried? I mean am “I” the only one?
Just can’t do it. Blegh. And I’ve worked in oyster bars. I’ve served a billion of them, complete with Tabasco and crackers and all the other crap people put on them…and just watching people slurp them down makes me kinda pukey.
The whole “just try it once!” thing simply does not apply.
I have never (since I was switched from formula at 8 or 9 months) drank a glass of milk…
I am not lactose intolerant, and will have a bowl of cold cereal with milk, (once in a blue moon) and probably eat more cheese than most american adults do, but to actually drink a glass of milk would be akin to drinking a glass of saliva.
I dont know what it is, but milk as a beverage is completely alien to me.
I don’t know. It isn’t something we eat as part of our meals, overall my wife and I eat very healthy, and thus I am not really in a position to eat it as part of a normal course of dining. It isn’t that I don’t think I will like it–I probably would. But it was just never something that I was served as a child, and thus it never entered into my scope of foods I have to try.
My wife tells me though I have to eat her mac-n-cheese and not some storebought stuff. She can’t eat cheese though anymore, so it would be a waste I think to make it.
Now my daughter enjoys it–but it is the boxed kind, the kraft. I suppose I could take a bite or two, but it looks awfully fake orange to me.
For some reason I’ve never tried any kind of chowder. I don’t have a thing against it, it doesn’t really scare me or anything, I’m overall an adventurous eater. It’s almost as if chowder and I have never been in the same place at the same time… (but that, strictly speaking, isn’t true).
I’m the same way. I love cheese, milk IN things is fine (cereal, hot chocolate, etc) but I decided I didn’t like milk when I was around 3 or 4 and have not had a glass of it since. The idea of drinking a glass of it is kind of gross to me, to tell the truth. I won’t even taste it to see if it’s going bad.
It’s the only common thing I can think of that I really don’t eat. Heck, I eat most uncommon things. But milk, it’s just never done it for me.
“Wings.” Not plain fried chicken wings which one would receive with a platter of other chicken parts, but specifically the messy, nothing-but-wings, barbecued/hot-sauced/goopy, eat a dozen or more things. I don’t get it… why wings, specifically? Why doesn’t the frying/sauce technique get used on other chicken parts? Why do people eat so many? Friends routinely talk about getting, and eating, 50 piece wing platters. I hated eating normal fried wings-- too much bones and sinew for too little meat, difficult to eat-- so never felt compelled to try the messier versions.
Shrimp cocktail. I always liked shrimp in other contexts, but shrimp cocktail always seemed unappetizing and kind of pointless. A drinking glass with shrimp balanced on the rim, and some spicy ketchup? Why? When I was in a jury for a long while, one of the restaurants the state would take us was known for their shrimp cocktails. All the other jurors would flip out… shrimp cocktail! Oh my God, this is the best shrimp cocktail! 11 folks with shrimp-festooned goblets filled with ketchup, and me with a piece of lasagna or something.
My parents (who do drink milk all the time) told me I refused the bottles after they tried to switch me to cows milk when I was around one year old. I dont think I have ever drank even a swallow (unless on cereal) since…
Again, ice cream, cheese, yougurt---- eat it all the time, but as to actually drinking milk, it is just not possible.
I’ve heard that some woman was desperate to feed son and his buddies, and had a bunch of chicken wings that she was gonna make soup from. Now, before the buffalo wing craze caught on, chicken wings were pretty inexpensive, they’ve got a lot of cartilage in them, they are flavorful, and are generally quite suitable for making chicken stock. So the woman threw every hot item she could lay her hands on into a bowl, cooked up the wings, doused them with the sauce, and served them.
I think people eat a lot of them because there’s so little meat on them. I happen to like deepfried chicken wings, but I don’t want any sauce on them.
I don’t eat shellfish. I’ll cook it and peel it, but I won’t eat it. I don’t like the looks or smell of it. When I was quite tiny, I was traumatized by a live lobster, which was on its way to being the main course at a family meal. I was forced to eat a bit of lobster, but I didn’t care for it. Since then, I have refused, with varying degrees of politeness, to eat any other shellfish. My husband, daughter, and cats have always been very willing to eat any shellfish that I decline.
Although I haven’t tried mac and cheese either, the one I’m adding here is peanut butter/peanuts. Never tried either, and never want to. The smell totally puts me off, although I love sunflower seeds, so go figure.
I had to think about this, since there are damn few foods I haven’t eaten, and enjoyed. Off the top of my head, the only ones I can think of are pigs’ feet and Spam.
My mother once claimed to never having eaten an Oreo.
In my mind, home made mac & cheese is a completely different food from the boxed Kraft stuff. I like both, and one is not a substitute for the other. The Kraft stuff doesn’t really taste like cheese to me, and it is fake orange, but I still like it. I only like it if it’s made with real butter and 2% (or better) milk, though. With skim milk and margarine, it’s bad. If you’re gonna do it, do it right!
I’ve never had any fish, except for fish sticks and tuna which I think barely count. My father hates fish so we just never had it growing up, and I became a vegetarian at 15 so I’ve never bothered to try it on my own.