Yay, now I get commission! (I believe I qualify for an extra go on the squid, or three rounds with the goat.)
Freckle Juice!
I forget what all was in it, but the 2 main ingredients were grape juice and mayo. For some reason I can’t find the original recipe online.
I was in grade school when we read the book so I went home and mixed up a batch, puked it and still to this day (35 now)can’t eat mayonaise. I can barely think of Mayo without a gag reflex.
Actually here it is:
-grape juice
-vinegar
-mustard
-mayonnaise
-juice from one lemon
-pepper and salt
-ketchup
-olive oil
-a speck of onion
PS: The faster you drink it the faster you get F.R.E.C.K.L.E.S
Codeine cough syrup - it tasted like a combination of Sambuca and spoiled milk. I had to hold my nose to swallow it and follow up immediately with a mint to avoid vomiting.
Amen to the macerated rat liver in Ringer’s Solution - I did it too.
A Japanese exchange student got me to try natto, but I retaliated with brie and we called it a draw. Speaking of Japanese students, another one, tiny girl who looked like she’d blow away in a strong wind, complained that some mild Mexican food was “Too hot!” Couple of days later, she had some shrimp with what I can only call wasabi gravy - wasabi mixed to dip consistency - and dip she did, without even a twitch. My nostrils were burning from several feet away.
OK with raw oysters until I got a bad one; about barfed my socks up.
One for both categories, sort of; Miracle Whip. I once got industrial thread cutting lube in my mouth and they taste alike. Can’t understand eating that stuff voluntarily.
Braised duck feet are good once you get past the yuck factor. As are a lot of odd foods.
My vote for worst thing intended for consumption - Jaegermeister. That panther whiz is worse than cough medicine.
I once had caviar, at the age of 12, at a carnival! They had a whole stand set up and were giving it away. No, seriously, they were giving away free caviar at a carnival. It sounds like a joke, but it’s true.
Having heard about caviar and how rich people supposedly loved eating it, and assuming that it was too expensive for we dirty proles and that this was my only chance to eat it, I scooped up a little bit of it. I quickly regretted that decision.
I have to wonder if this is college biology’s version of hazing, considering how often it seems to happen.
A beer mouse.
I was meeting an ex-girlfriend in her local pub, and I ordered a Sweetheart Stout which is a light, sweet, low-alcohol bottled beer. The landlady open the beer for me, and I took a deep swig as I was listening to my friend. My entire intestinal tract involuntary started to spasm, and the taste in my mouth was horrific. The landlady grabbed my bottle off me and disposed of it behind the bar, while giving me a fresh bottle, but as she whisked it away I saw a mouse through the brown glass. My gag mechanism was into overdrive, but the girl I was meeting was chastising me for making a scene in her new local.
I don’t have anything that compares with y’all’s stories, but the other day, I tried tempeh for the first time and the last. It looked like peanut brittle and tasted just like beans, although theoretically it was supposed to be a “burger”. It wasn’t too disgusting to eat, but the taste stayed with me for the rest of the day, and since I wasn’t feeling very well to begin with, tempeh now has a permanent negative association for me.
From your descriptions, thinking about warm beer and cigarette butts is putting a vile taste in my soul and I’ve never experienced it first hand. It must be right up there with the smell of a rotting corpse.
I hope fate has been kind to you from that point on.
Moonshine: A guy I knew brought some of his home-distilled corn liquor to a party. It tasted like (and, of course, essentially was) rubbing alcohol. A split second after swallowing the shot, it came right back up like a Saturn V on the way to the moon. Moonshine-vomit shot out of my mouth and nose, burning everything before it. Single most painful and psychologically-scarring regurgitation event I’ve ever experienced.
Shark: I refuse to eat all water-dwelling creatures, but I have a rule that I will always try a bite of any animal capable of eating me. Broiled shark had one of the fishiest tastes of any fish I’ve eaten (despite my anti-fish rule, I tried sushi once to impress a girl - neither part of that worked out).
On the less-disgusting, more-painful side, I once ate a raw habanero pepper in two bites. It didn’t really have any flavor. Which is strange because you’d think that the FIRES OF HELL would taste brimstone-y or something.
Habanero’s have a lot of flavor. I ate one before, although I just went ahead and did it in one bite instead of two. It was delicious for the 10 seconds before the Chernobyl sized nuclear incident triggered inside of my mouth. 
Note to males: hey dummies, don’t put down semen as “the most disgusting taste ever.” You’ll screw up the rest of us.
Agree with the licorice Necco wafers. How the hell is that considered candy?
And I will add bottom of the barrel well vodka to the list. One my best friend’s birthday this year, his boyfriend brought the two of us a shot. We should have known there was a reason that the purchaser was not sampling. They were red and looked just like any other kind of fancy shot- until we took them and realized they were pure WELL VODKA with red food coloring. It tasted like nail polish remover. My insides felt hot for the next hour. It was made all the worse because I was expecting something sweet and got that.
YUP. They sure smell great when they’re cooking, don’t they?
Uh-huh! I recall licking or sucking the powdered sugar off and then spitting the rest out as fast as I could. Frighteningly horrible.
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ROQUEFORT CHEESE - I was dining with two old gay guys from Montana, and we were eating cheese and drinking win. He told me to try this cheese because it was from France and I might like it. I tried it, and it tasted like someone took a shit in it. I looked at him like he’d done something to this cheese because it was so bad.
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STRAIGHT VINEGAR - I knew this wasn’t intended to be drunken straight, but I figured that if people use this in food, it would be alright… it was the essence of sour. I swallowed it and I could hear a metaphorical stream boat sound its horn in my head because I felt sick. The sourness was shocking.
Roquefort cheese is awesome. Especially after it’s aged for four additional years,
I take these pills that I get mailed to me as I need refills. All this time, I’ve taken them with water and washed them down, but suddenly, I got a new refill that said “Blackberry flavored”. I’d never even thought that my pills were chewable until that point. So I figured, if this new refill said “Blackberry flavored”, they must be chewable, right?
No. Not even close.
I think I went through two bottles of water washing the taste out of my mouth.
I love Necco wafers, and although the licorice ones aren’t my favorites, they’re not that bad.
Probably baked silkworm larvae—or “Ground Cucumbers” as the label whimsically named them—maybe properly grilling or frying them would have helped the texture more, but the flavor was beyond salvation.
Though I actually would attribute that more to what the silkworms were probably fed on—Mulberry leaves. Their favorite, which I knew firsthand from raising silkworms as a kid. Kind of a bitter, dusty, “leafy” flavor. With an aftertaste. Not pleasant. Probably if you could breed silkworms that fed on basil or mesquite or something, they’d be tastier by themselves.
I’ve bought 100 year eggs, thinking they were fresh, in China and Korea and thought they tasted okay. Maybe I was lucky and they were mild.
At a restaurant, with colleagues in China, I picked up what I thought were lamb cutlets. I had a couple and after seeing no one else eating them I did a double take - duck heads.
As I teen I was working part-time for a catering company and we were putting on a function at a boarding school. My job was to keep the containers of orange juice, from concentrate, full. I opened a new bottle of concentrate, made a couple of gallons and - it was a very hot day - took a huge gulp to ‘test’. Someone had filled an orange concentrate bottle with orange floor cleaner. :dubious: