Bumping–enquiring minds are still waiting… 
That stuff! I first encountered it (only online, so far) here. And a picture of natto.
I am not brave enough. I will never be brave enough.*
I love strawberries. Husband hates them. But then, he puts giant gobs of butter on things, and I have to look away. For some reason, giant gobs of butter make me queasy.
*But I’ve eaten–and enjoyed–haggis.
I couldn’t let this thread go any further without a link to Steve, Don’t Eat It!.
This guy is a taste-tester and reviewer of various unusual and gross-looking foods. He’s done Natto (scroll down to Vol. 6), but i think the Cuitlacoche (Vol. 7) looks worse.
:smack: And then i see that Savannah beat me to it!
Yes. That is the funk that my Miguel adores. And he thinks my delicious peppery buttered hominy is nasty!
I adore goetta and my darling won’t even touch it. I also like cheese, onion and mustard sandwiches or just cheese and ketchup sandwiches and he just looks at me funny.
However, he’s an olive freak and I can’t stand even the smell of them.
Yep, that’s the stuff. Excellent description by Steve! I’ve even eaten it a few times, but I gave up trying to like it. It doesn’t taste that bad as long as you don’t smell it. I make the girl brush her teeth after eating it or she’s not allowed kiss me.
People in the Kansai area quite sensibly don’t eat much of it. Everyone in this part of Japan swears that, “It’s good for you.” I usually reply that tofu is too, it’s made from basically the same thing, but it doesn’t smell and look like baby shit so I’m willing to eat it.
Incidentally, the characters for tofu mean “bean rot” while the ones for natto mean “stored/placed bean.” Talk about screwing up a name. I can just imagine how the conversation between the first natto eaters would go if it was invented today.
“Whew, these soybeans we were keeping for later smell like they’re rotten.”
“Nah, they’re okay. Put a little mustard on them and they’ll taste fine. Spicy mustard makes everything taste better.”
“No, seriously, they smell just like garbage.”
“Well we don’t have anything else, so you’re just going to have to suck it up and eat them.”
<makes a Calvin-dealing-with-Mom’s-cooking face, while poking dubiously at the mess>
“And they’re all slimy.”
<vainly tries to keep the strings of natto-snot from sticking to everything>
“What the hell are you complaining about? You’re Japanese. Slime is something like the third most common ingredient in Japanese food, after unidentifiable sea creatures and the entrails of unidentifiable sea creatures.”
There’s not a lot I won’t eat, and quite a few things I like to eat that others don’t (hence the username); among other things, the missus wrinkles her nose at biltong (dried cured beef), she doesn’t really like some of the stinky cheese I buy; she’s not fond of some of the ‘exotic’ meats I like to experiment with (kangaroo, ostrich, etc) she won’t join me in eating ramen noodles, and anything with more than a hint of chilli is generally off limits.
My husband doesn’t like raw tomatoes or olives of any kind. There must be something about the texture of tomato goo - it seems as though lots of people have problems with it.
Not a food, but a beverage.
I love Widmer’s Lake Niagara wine, which is made from Niagara grapes, noted for their “foxiness” – the flavor that gives Grape Jelly its characteristic taste and which wuine connoiseurs abhor. It’s also “fruity” rather than dry. My wife can’t understand how I can stand it. (It’s not “sweet”. You want sweet foxy wines, try Mogen David or Manischewitz. I’m not putting down Jewish wine, by the way – the Barry winery in upstate New York used to make a sacramental wine for Catholic churches in New York that was fully as bad. But I don’t recall the name and I don’t think you can get it.)
My wife and daughter, on the other hand, both love broccoli, which I hate. But I’l eat more broccoli that Pepper Mill wil drink my wine.
Meat.
She also complains until I am in tears about the smell of turnip greens.
On the other hand, she’s pretty receptive to my other southern nostalgic cooking - grits, (vegetarian) hoppin’ john.
I love all kinds of liver but she can’t stand it and won’t make it. She even throws out the little bit of liver that comes with a whole chicken. 
She loves tomatoes. Me? Not so much.
I also do not like yellow mustard or really any mustard other than Guldens Spicy Brown Mustard and that very sparingly. She knows this and yet the other day she made a quiche and later an egg salad with lots of some other kind of mustard. She did not mention it before letting me try it. Naturally I did not like them and asked incredulously
“Does this have mustard??”
“Yes, it’s in the recipe.”
“But you know I don’t like mustard. You couldn’t make it without the mustard?”
“But that’s what the recipe calls for.”
“OK, well…Sorry but I can’t eat it.”
I still don’t understand why she had to include the mustard or why make it at all if she wouldn’t make it without the mustard OR (most important) why not warn me so I wouldn’t have a mouthful of that vile stuff.
I am an omnivore, just like him, but I still draw the line some places.
He loves tripe, I won’t touch the stuff. I see no point in eating it.
Some of my Indian foods he won’t touch…specifically spicy pickled mango…which makes my mouth water when I smell it.
I don’t eat cauliflower, but it’s not his favorite either.
For him, it’s really ketchup. Now I don’t eat a lot of it, but sometimes I like it on my eggs or fries. He literally won’t kiss me after I’ve eaten ketchup until I go wash. He claims it makes him throw up. I humor him because I love him. 
BTW, I always think people who don’t like sushi need to try some! There are so many varieties of sushi, and you don’t have to have any kind of raw fish in it. Who says you have to be a purist?
*For sushi lovers, if you’re ever in NYC, you must try out the buffet restaurant Minado. Something like 250 different types of sushi to try, all for a price of $24.95. Yum!
I don’t have an SO anymore, but these are some of the things(in particular order) that disgusted them when I did have one:
Pickled pig’s feet, studenina, anchovies, blind robins, sardines, liver, liver wurst, blood pudding, tripe, sweet breads, chicken/turkey gizzards, deer heart, beef heart, scrambled eggs and calve’s brains, snails, raw oysters, raw clams, sushi, chitlins, cabrito, squid, octopus, tongue, head cheese, groundhog, rabbit, squirrel
My partner’s a bit of a picky eater so there isn’t much that she’ll eat that I won’t touch. OTOH, she gags and makes a scene when I dine on lima beans. Really. Lima beans. She’ gets squicked because I also like hominy and I’ll eat pickled herring, sardines, and andchovies.
Thank og she likes sushi and alligator or else we’d have a problem. 
I do have to say the one thing she eats that I find a bit revolting are brussel sprouts. It’s the one vegetable I can’t stand. How can anyone eat something that smells like a canned pig farts and feels an eyeball sliding around in the mouth. Blech.
I love sardines. He won’t eat them. He won’t eat black eyed peas, either.
He loves peanut butter and sweet pickle sandwiches. Blech. He likes that nasty “kettle corn” popcorn. Ick.
I loves me some:
- Pomegranates
- Peanut Butter & Banana Sandwiches
- Hot Egg Salad (that involves hard boiled eggs chopped up with butter, salt and pepper and served on bread or toast)
The wife, however, cannot stand these things – especially pomegranates, which she can’t even stand to look at.
She on the other hand loves ordering Swiss Chalet with tons of chalet sauce. She’ll douse her fries in it, dip her chicken, and when all is said and done, drink the remaining sauce. Straight.
Yecch!
I recently purchased anchovies for the first time. We both really liked them, until he got violently sick to his stomach (from something else he ate, I expect). Now he won’t touch them, nor come near me if I have. All the more for me.
He will eat just about anything (non-animal derived) if it is mashed up in a smoothie. He makes porridge out of corn meal and eats it with peanut butter. I find both of these unspeakably vile. Also, I hate milk so much that if he has been drinking it, I can see/smell/taste it on his lips and he has to brush his teeth if he expects a kiss.
The most horrified expression I have ever seen on anyone’s face was displayed on my husband when he saw me put … get ready … peanut butter and smarties on a piece of pita bread.
Not that he has anything against any of the components, you understand. He likes any two in combination. I think he was just really upset by the particular configuration I chose. I think he was partly upset on behalf of all the Middle Eastern people whose bread I was corrupting with my crazy Western condiments.
I still don’t understand it.
We both drink Chalet sauce straight. Yum.
Have you tried her with licorice? My wife - and every other Japanese woman I’ve ever met - loathes the stuff, but I love it: Dutch salt licorice, if I can get it. On the other hand, I won’t eat tofu except under extreme duress: it’s the anti-food. Natto is just plain revolting - like finding last night’s old condom under your bed and slurping down the contents.