I get the chicken ick often throughout the year. I can eat it grilled or slow cooked any time. Baked or stove top gives me the ick at least a third of the time. It’s mostly a taste and texture thing.

Unrelated but I haven’t been able to eat chicken parm for 15+ years. I ate it as a school lunch (the chicken patty on spaghetti noodle kind) and threw it up during sports practice after school. I remember the awful breading taste and noodles hanging from my face mask.

American cheese, because I threw up once as a kid after I ate some. Honestly no big loss, I wouldn’t eat American cheese now even if I’d never thrown it up because it’s a trash cheese.

Also, any meat where I can tell what it once was. I don’t want to eat anything off of a bone, or anything’s skin, or god forbid a fish is served whole. Growing up we used to have whitefish sometimes on the weekend and no fucking thank you.

Went to a party once and ate a bunch of nacho cheese doritos among other things. Ended up getting sick from some undercooked cookies and I could taste the doritos when I threw up. Now I get queasy just thinking about them

Blueberries.

My family has never been financially in a good place, but especially when I was still very young. From what I understood my grandmother had a friend who owned a blueberry farm, and one day my mother brought home a giant thing chock full of blueberries. Deal was we could wash, package, and freeze them. Then we could have blueberries all year.

We went to work, though my help at that age was largely superficial, but we filled most of our freezer and all of a rolling cooler which was going to my grandparents. All washed in the colander and packaged in ziploc.

The other thing my parents would do was make enough dinner for the whole week. They both worked, my dad had 3 jobs at somepoint, and I often went with my mom to hers. So when we all got home it was easy to just nuke whatever had been made rather than make it then.

This week’s dinner was mac’n’cheese and hot dogs, yum right! Except no, my mother forgot to wash out the colander and it was all blueberry flavored. One week of blueberry flavored mac’n’cheese was enough for me to grow a healthy distaste for blueberries.

Cream soda. I had a plastic dinosaur shaped cup to drink from one summer and was required to keep it the entire time. I drank a 2 liter of cream soda over a couple days then every single other thing I drank from it tasted like cream soda. Water, milk, other soda. For a whole summer. I don’t drink cream soda now. Weirdly enough, my brother, another dinosaur cup haver from that summer, loves cream soda.

Ruins food ? an event ? like what event ? I’d be quite mad any food were ruined for me

Hm, reading the comments I understand better. Fortunately I can’t say I have experienced anything traumatizing enough to keep me off any food

My mom was cooking some beef and brown sauce dish as I was reading a book with cannibalism at way too young an age. I associated that smell with eating human flesh for over a decade and would have to leave the house as it was cooking.

Shrimp.

A friend pointed out to me that shrimp are basically the cockroaches of the sea. They just float around and eat fish poop all day. So gross and I can’t even.

Orange soda.

With my third baby, she did not want to come out (in stark contrast to her sisters, who all seemed to want to give me about one hour of advance notice before getting born) and the midwife said, before trying induction, try castor oil, sometimes it will kick the labor on. Not a spoonful, no. A whole bunch. And don’t puke it out. I chased it with orange soda because I liked it but figured I could certainly manage without it.

Oh God. I couldn’t even look at orange soda without nausea for several years. And it didn’t even work, I still had to get induced!

I always got apple juice when I was ill as a kid, and I was ill a lot. As a result I cant stand apple juice or cider, they taste like sick

My parents took me to an Italian restaurant when I was a child, and the smell of olive oil was so overpowering I couldn’t get in. Still have trouble with olive oil to this day, maybe 15 years later

Peanut butter smells bad. Peanut butter smells like mouse traps.

No one else could set them (disabled, or cried about it) so it was all on me

Can’t stand the smell of peanut butter now

Three bean salad, or anything with sweet vinegar sauce. That combo of vinegar taste and sickly sweetness is the single most disgusting thing I’ve tried. I can stomach most of the foods I dislike, but three bean salad will literally make me gag if I try to put it in my mouth.

Mushrooms.

Everything about them disgusts me, from the way they look, to the way they smell, the texture they have and the disgusting mouldy, dirty taste. Even seeing them growing in the ground grosses me out and I’ll take a wide path around them to avoid going near them.

Outside of magic mushrooms, they have literally zero redeeming qualities. I hate them with a passion and it’s basically the only food I never grew out of hating.

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