Yup. KFC chicken for me as well. I got sick eating it, didn’t eat it for a while, and at some point I switched to a much healthier lifestyle that just didn’t really include it. I don’t think I’ve had it since that time I got sick years ago.
I also stopped eating at one Chinese restaurant that is very popular with my office, because I had a shellfish dish there once that made me sick. I beg off every time a lunch is planned there. I had a close call once when we had planned a lunch at a different restaurant, and while we were walking over, someone suggested the Chinese place instead. I was frantically trying to come up with an excuse when the group decided to stick to the original plan.
Fried chicken covered in melted peanut butter and sprinkled with peanuts. It didn’t make me sick as in food poisoning or anything, it was just disgusting.
It was served to me back in 1st grade in the mid 80s. Back then our school had a rule that you had to clean your plate, or be suspended. The only exception was if you had an allergy. So I had to eat it, or sit there until school let out.
Had I the choice to make over, I would have sat there. Being a kid, I had been taught never to disobey authority figures, so I ate it. It was revolting, and to this day I can’t eat chicken. Peanuts and peanut butter I have no problem with.
One New Years Eve I came down with the worst stomach flu I’ve ever had. I put the “projectile” into projectile vomiting. Worst 48 hours of my life. It hit about 2am, after we had celebrated the new year with champagne. Wasn’t the wine’s fault, but to this day I can’t stand to touch the bubbly because of the association.
The last thing that made me really sick, as in throwing up, was probably orange soda (while car sick). It’s been maybe 13 years, and it’s just now gotten to where I can somewhat appreciate it again, although I still have a bit of disgust mixed in.
About 30 years ago one of the swim team parents went out to get lunch for some of us waiting for our next event at an all-weekend swim meet. He came back with White Castle belly bombers. It was an odd meet, with boys events starting on one end, girls events on the other, so the next race was diving in as you were finishing up yours. 200 IM time, I (barely) made it to the finish, and ralphed into the gutters. My teammate, two lanes down, did likewise. Just as the girls were starting their 200 IM… with two other of my teammates, who didn’t make it to the finish line before yakking; the smell of the vomitous backwash sloshing around in the gutters did them in at the first turn.
So, no White Castles for me since then.
And no Imo’s pizza after an unremembered night in college apparently involving Imo’s and cheap tequila (judging from the empty bottles). The smell of Imo’s just makes my bile rise.
Shrimp for me as well. A couple years ago I had a bunch of shrimp and felt my throat and chest get tight, and I just felt not quite right for a few hours. A month or so later I had a bunch more and got a whole-body rash, so I had to just stop eating shrimp.
I really loved shrimp. Every now and then, if presented to me, I’ll risk it and have one, which my body can seem to handle without any noticeable effect, but I should probably stop that.
In 1958 I had a corn dog, at a place called Hamburger Handout in Culver City (since defunct). It didn’t taste all that good and I felt sick afterward. Many years later I went to Hot Dog on a Stick and got a pleasant surprise. It was hot, fresh, and juicy.
Payday candy bar, back when I was a kid. I had eaten half of it, when I peeled the rest of the wrapper down to find that the bottom half had been partially eaten by a worm, which was still alive (fortunately not bitten in half). Never again.
Raw carrots and veggie dip. The last time I ate them I was about, oh, 11? Anyways, I think I had the stomach flu, because I ended up puking all night long. (TMI – it was bright ORANGE). Since then, I can’t touch a raw carrot. I can eat them cooked (and I often do), but raw? Nope. The last time I tried, I gagged and had to throw it out.
