When I was young, my father always talked about hagas, but my mother wouldn’t make it, We thought it must be the food of the gods the way he talked about it.
So, my aunt came to visit and dad talked her into making some. We found out why mom never made it.
If hagas was the only Scotish food, I’d become Irish on the spot.
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Conk on a saltine cracker. Fresh out of the ocean (by fresh, I mean it had just come out like five minutes earlier). I ended up spitting it over the side of the boat.
It’s meat loaf with peanut butter instead of meat. Yes, including the onions, spices, etc.
GAAAAAAG!
Worst part was, I was the first one home after my mom fixed it, so she didn’t believe how bad it was when I complained, and pretty much got me to eat all of it. Next home was my dad, who took one bite, simply said, “Completely inedible” and suggested ordering pizza.
My mom once tried to make a salmon dish…and used the canned salmon that had been in the pantry since the Reagan administration (it was currently the late-Bush or early-Clinton administration). My dad loved it, but the rest of us couldn’t eat it.
For me, anything with cumin qualifies as the nastiest thing I’ve ever forced myself to eat, but that’s because I don’t think I could ever force myself to eat 90% of the stuff described in this thread. For whatever reason, I can’t stand the taste of cumin. My dad made something with it, once–it was this pasta with itty bitty tiny pieces–and forced me to eat it. I think it was couscous. Anyway, I was not a happy camper that night.
Also, the Bertie Botts Jelly Bellies in vomit flavor. Thank GOD I didn’t chew.
Lord Ashtar–you beat me to it! Conch is the worst!
I’ve eaten most of the items listed in this threat without any problem, but the one thing that stands out in my gastronomic escapades was raw conch.
I ate an entire conch one time, ceviche style, and still feel a bit nauseated if I think too deeply about it. Picture a gelatinous, utterly black, slimy meat, tasting of seawater, mucous, and bad body odor, about the size of a baby’s head, with the firmness of a mussell, so you have to really chew it to get it down the gullet. Now that was really a stomach turning episode.
For those who haven’t had the pleasure, natto is soybeans fermented to the point where they appear to have brown, glue-like strings of rot holding them together. How my mom can tell when it’s gone bad, I do not know.
Ditto on Uni though. I’ve never been certain as to whether uni is a part of the sea urchin, or sea urchin roe (title for a sea urchin abortion thread?). Regardless, I found it to be like trying to swallow a big grey glob of snot - someone else’s snot.
Speaking of rotted, fermented things that some people call food…
I had a vegetarian roommate once who was into all kindsa funky stuff like tofu and…
Tempeh. (pronounced TEMP-ay)
This is some sort of grain or grain mixture, allowed to sprout and then pressed into a loaf, and then some sort of fungus is encouraged to grow in the interstices, thus holding the thing together.
I tried a piece, and it was tough and moldy tasting, like a mildewed dishrag smells.
If you really want to know, the part you eat is the reproductive organ. Male and female sea urchins look exactly the same even on the inside, and tastes the same too.
I never liked uni very much until I visited the Sanriku region and had really fresh uni at the harbor. It was sweet and didn’t smell strongly like the store-bought uni. One of the best things I’ve tasted.
Earlier this year my mum and I were taken out to dinner at a fancy schmancy restaurant. The guy who was paying for it all ordered oysters and we politely refused, cos basically, they are the most disgusting thing in the universe.
It would have all been fine if he hadn’t practially forced us to eat them down our throats. So being polite and all, I forced a couple down, and restrained myself from throwing up all over this guy. Even worse than being forced to eat the one food i despise most in the world, he even took the liberty of pouring vinegar all over them, YUCK!
I will forever be traumatised by that, oysters are so vile!
Barbecued baby octopus. I managed two of them. I could feel the suckers tickling my throat as I swallowed them. Never have I had to suppress my gag reflex so hard.
