Fois gras. My husband and I went to Prime 112 our first night in Miami and since we were baby-free for the first time since she was born, we thought we’d celebrate. Neither of us had ever had it before. We were still queasy from traveling and not accustomed to eating livery-tasting things. On my second bite I started feeling queasy, and I almost threw up my third bite. Which made my husband gag on his.
The meal didn’t improve much for us–the blue cheese in the creamed spinach was too strong, and the truffle oil on the frites were too strong, for our discombobulated stomachs. All we could eat was the steak.
It’s probably as well that neither of us will ever want foie gras again.
getting nauseous at the mere memory of it.
ETA: Pringles. White wine and Pringles on an empty stomach after final exams. My mom ended up cleaning up the floor of my boyfriend’s car. How to make an impression on the second date! Luckily 30 years later, he’s still around
Beets. Not eating them, though. I got violently ill from just the smell. A neighbor was canning them that day. Her daughter and I were in the kitchen, playing, when all of a sudden, the smell just got to me, and I had to leave. I made it about three steps off their front porch, when I threw up. Repeatedly. All the way home. It has been probably 40 years since I last ate a beet.
Even the smell of cocktail sauce triggers my gag reflex for some unknown reason. I don’t ever remember a bout of sickness related to cocktail sauce, but I understand that this kind of connection can be formed at a subconscious level so that I might reacting to an event that I don’t remember.
I have a somewhat similar initial reaction to thousand island dressing, though I enjoy it once I get past a first bite of it. Cocktail sauce is just intolerable no matter what.
I remember when I was growing up in the 60s. We were Roman Catholic and weren’t permitted to eat meat on Fridays. Lunch on many Fridays consisted of tomato soup and toasted cheese sandwiches. Fortunately I never got sick of it, but your post brought back memories.
One food that makes me throw up instantly is shrimp. I have developed an allergy to it late in life. I used to enjoy shrimp with cocktail sauce, but alas, I can never partake of it again.
I was at a party and started drinking it with Coke, which was bad enough but the Coke ran out and Southern Comfort was sweet enough to drink without dilution. Hence the consequences for me.
Worst of all, because I was still in training (hospital trained nurse) and working shifts, I was rostered on the next day and called in sick. Back in the day, student nurses had to present themselves to Casualty (i.e. Emergency) to prove that they really were sick. I blamed it on a dodgy Chinese meal but I’m pretty sure the doctor didn’t believe me. He didn’t dob me in, though.
Potato Sticks (the snack food). I got violently ill on some in 1985 and have not touched them since. All these years later, the thought of them makes be nauseated.
I don’t have any currently, but for a long time I wouldn’t touch KFC chicken or biscuits, or egg foo yung, because I got sick after eating each of them many years ago (back in the '80s) and was convinced that they caused it.
Eventually I told myself I was being stupid, and tried both with no bad results. These days I love egg foo yung. I don’t eat KFC much anymore but it isn’t because I’m afraid I’ll be sick, but rather because it’s just not as good as it used to be.
Cheese Pringles. At about half a can one day after work and woke up at 2 am sicker than I can ever remember. Spent the entire day losing it at both ends. My daughter took me to the doc the next morning and I found out I had e coli and should have been hospitalized the previous day. A few days later I’m watching the news and guess what is being recalled because of the potential for e coli? Yep, the Pringles. Got a check for $125 from Proctor and Gamble and a bunch of coupons for free P&G products. Haven’t touched Pringles of any kind since.
Rice with soy sauce for me. My dad was in charge at the time, I was 10 and neither of us had the sense to think that a dinner consisting entirely of rice with soy sauce on it was not a Good Idea. It was probably 25 years before I could even smell soy sauce without being nauseous. I am back to using it now, but rather sparingly still.
Me too - albeit frozen shrimp in the Midwest. Back in college I made a shrimp gumbo and then soon afterwards come down violently ill. After about 24 hours of lying on the bathroom floor unable to move my roommates decided that perhaps they should haul me to the ER. IV fluids for severe dehydration and some anti-nauseau drugs (suppositories since I couldn’t even keep plain water down) and I got better.
May not have actually been the shrimp but I haven’t had any desire for shrimp since then - that’s over 20 years ago.
