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What was the worst food you HAD to eat as a kid?

Mine was mom's chicken noodle soup. After she made the soup, she didn't bother to remove the skin and bones. She also refused us crackers because she didn't like them. I still gag thinking about it and to this day refuse to eat chicken noodle soup. I make it for my husband but I don't touch it! (and mine doesnt have stuff floating in it)

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  1. Fortunately my parents seldom MADE us eat things. If we didn't like what was being served for dinner, we could make ourselves a peanut butter sammich. My mother was generally a really good cook, and I liked the things she made, but there was one dish of hers I couldn't stand and came to dread the nights she was cooking it. Liver and onions. For some reason (I dunno, maybe because she liked it that way) she always scorched the heck out of the liver. I mean it was like blackened liver. That meant scorched onions, too. I couldn't STAND it. I hated the smell, and it stunk up the whole house. I have to assume she liked the burnt flavour because she just didn't scorch things in general, she was a much better cook than that.

    However, I now adore liver and onions. :) I just don't scorch it, I put a little sage in the flour I coat the liver with, and I fry it with bacon. :) Nummy

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    1. re: Morganna

      My mom was a pretty good cook too except for her fetish with the entire chicken being served in her soup. As the soup would cool (cuz I just couldn't eat it without gagging) it would congeal and get even nastier. She had this rule that you had to eat what was on the table regardless if you liked it or not. When I had my daughter and she didn't like a particular food I would always make her a hotdog instead. I would never force anybody to eat something they didn't like.

      1. re: Morganna

        My mother did the Weight Watchers diet in the '70s and it was required back then that you eat liver at least once a week. Fortunately my mom didn't make the rest of us eat it, but she burned the heck out of it too - on purpose. She said that was the way it 'tasted the least bad,' lol. The smell was indeed horrendous.

        The one gag-worthy thing I had to eat as a kid was canned beets. Blech. And no getting up from the table until you've eaten them all, missy! I was so glad when we got a dog and I could sneak some down to him.

        1. re: romansperson

          my mom put me on WW by the time i was nine so i had to eat the liver and onions also; i think i'd rather have had it burned than "pink in the middle" yujk... we're still here and catagorize ourselves as chowsters, right. whenever i'd tease my sister about being a lousy cook she'd rejoinder that she had 4 kids and they all grew up to live full and active lives, didn't they? I should say that mom redeemed herself the 1st time i came home for a visit from college; she made all my favs, antipasto salad and veal parmesan; this was quite amazing for a woman of German/Irish descent who had quite a time "sourcing" the ingredients in our small town.

          1. re: betsydiver

            But did your mom make the WW recipe "ketchup" to go with it?? Mine did- i still can't think of it, or liver, without gagging. Fortunately, that was a short-lived phase, and my parents basic rule was that you had to try a bite of whatever was served. If you didn't like it, you didn't have to eat it, and were on your own. Both of my parents were very good cooks for the most part, thank God, and exposed us to many, many different types of food at a young age. One of the things I didn't think about then, that I'm thankful for now!

        2. re: Morganna

          I'm lucky enough that when my grandma makes liver and onions, the people who don't want it get steak instead lol

          1. re: Morganna

            That's funny - the one meal of my mother's that made me gag was her liver and onions. Gross. She didn't scorch it - i just thought it smelled horrible and the texture of the meat was disgusting.

            1. re: flourgirl

              Bacon, liver and onions.....thank god for the family dog under the table.......and my dad tried to get creative with a Smithfield ham after an Xmas.....I think he attempted some sort of a hash.......out of respect the rest of the just sat around the table, pushing the creation around the plate, mumbling things like interesting....all with a slightly glazed look in our eyes until he finally relented and said enough already and we 86'd the mess and mom cooked up something edible..........everytime I see one of those clothe filled bags I get flashbacks.....

              1. re: Saddleoflamb

                My mom's horrible liver and onions which was ALWAYS served with spinich. Even the family DOG didn't want it. The smell was just awful and I'd cry when I heard that was our "dinner". Used to beg my friends to ask if their moms would allow me to eat with them. Mom wised up to that and wouldn't allow me to go anywhere those nights. Wasn't till I gagged and threw up at the dinner table after eating that when she re-thought her forcing issue. To this day, I cannot be in a room where that is cooking!

                1. re: buggybabe

                  Now that was a funny story, lol!!!

                2. re: Saddleoflamb

                  Liver indeed. For some reason it was always brutal. Tough as nails and dry as the dessert. I couldn't chew fast enough.

                  1. re: Saddleoflamb

                    Just had to pipe up, even at this late date.

                    I'm laughing at the anti-liver and onions litany.

                    Our mother died and because A. my older sister was/is a disinterested -- read, "negligent" -- cook, B. our dad was "traditional" i.e., gender-bigoted and C. anyway, my three brothers were self-centered and undependable; at the age of ten, I had the job of making dinner for the whole family.

                    In the seven years until I left for college, the ONLY comment my father made to me re: the meals was the demand that I make the liver "that way" all the time. Not, that was tasty, I enjoyed it, or good job.

                    My daddy had a warm and loving personality . . . to everyone except his family. XD

                    1. re: meowzebub

                      I hear you, meowzebub. Thank god that you know now that you are a better person, and have peace in that knowledge. It takes effort but it can be done. Ask me in a few years if a daughter can get over a nasty father completely. I think the right path is to find a very kind man that takes care of you very nicely and shows you how sweet and nice life can be. I hope you can find that. Trust me, those good men are all over the place. Just run away from anyone that makes you feel weird inside. Go for happiness, you deserve it.

                      1. re: meowzebub

                        You remind me of a story of a couple of generations ago, Inland South of US, where a mother died of pelagra and dad had to get a surviving child daughter to cook.
                        It sounds like your father was a lot more patient and tolerant, and when you hit on something that you did right, he made sure you knew about it.
                        It's hard to break in a child who's filling in the shoes of a grownup, and it sounds like he had to put up with a lot of awful, awful meals that he dared not say a word to you about because then you'd both be crying over how what you made wasn't like your dear departed Mom's cooking! (And your sister proved herself hopelessly inadequate to the task)
                        Some people can cook, some people can't.
                        Half my brothers and sisters want only hamburgers and french fries PERIOD. The other half is so adventuresome we've had to take them to poison control for trying out things like Clorox instead of vinegar to poach eggs in.
                        Your sister sounds like the first, and you sound like the second, and your father sounded like he was long-suffering and patient.

                        1. re: PeteSeattle

                          My father was also a single father, who also put the burden of cooking (cleaning, too) on his children. Laundry, window-cleaning, dishwashing, cooking as per his recipes, and more, all done under his magnifying glass of perfection. I beg to differ: in such a situation, it is the child who is long-suffering and patient.

                          1. re: Full tummy

                            It's been a while since this post, but I want to say I'm sorry for your father's behavior, Full t. I hope you're living life according to your own rules now.

                          2. re: PeteSeattle

                            Wow. You seem to read a whole lot in meowz's post than I did.

                          3. re: meowzebub

                            My mum was like that. She had her reasons - a very brutal upbringing that I wasn't aware of until much later. I didn't understand why she seemed to hate me so much and dote on my slightly older and much blonder cousin. Perhaps I reminded her of her brutal father.

                            That said, unloving as she was, she was able to produce nutritious and reasonably tasty (by postwar standards) food with very little money, and she made everything from scratch. Also taught me table manners that were very useful later in life when I had to work at conferences and eat with my (gasp) "betters"...

                            1. re: lagatta

                              Gosh, what stories this thread brings up. My regrets to you and your mom. Also to meowzebub.

                        2. re: flourgirl

                          Despite what my mother says, liver isn't the reason I became vegetarian - but it sure as hell makes me glad I am.

                        3. re: Morganna

                          A little late to be posting I know, but reading this thread I was amazed at how many folks mentioned the same things. When I read the OP, immediately I thought of Liver and Onions, Lima Beans and Creamed Corn. The latter two we _had_ to finish before we could be excused from the table.

                          Limas I have come to love, but the creamed corn – brrrr! I can’t take it by itself, running all over the plate like...like...I don’t know what!

                          The liver...Mom knew we didn’t like it so she would offer us some, but make us a hamburger or hot dog if we declined. I still won’t eat it.

                          1. re: cuccubear

                            My father used to put out his after-dinner cigarette in his leftover creamed corn, and that's what it always reminds me of. Who cares what it tastes like, all I can imagine is an ashtray. But I do buy it to put in my cornbread, so no permanent scars.

                            1. re: coll

                              Wow, that's funny. Did he ever eat any of it first, or was that his not-so-subtle condemnation of creamed corn?

                              1. re: cuccubear

                                Oh no, creamed corn was his favorite vegetable I think. Mom would force us to eat all sorts of things, but the man of the house got only his favorites. Don't get me wrong, he deserved it! I don't remember, maybe there was no room on the table for an ashtray (we were sort of a big family) or something like that.

                                Actually my husband loves creamed corn too (not that I serve it that often) but if he ever put out his cigarette in it, I would kill him!

                                1. re: coll

                                  It seems to be a guy thing, my two older brothers could float away on the amount of it they've consumed. I think it;s a terrible thing to do to corn myself.

                                  1. re: coll

                                    Well, I guess at a crowded table, one has to put the cigarette out somewhere, might as well be the creamed-corn! :-)

                                    1. re: cuccubear

                                      My Dad would stub his cigarette out on his plate too- maybe Mom did as well. When doing the dishes it made the dishwater stink! Finally my outspoken sister, (there was one out of six) demanded that they use an ashtray. And they did!

                                    2. re: coll

                                      Most people I know don't even smoke any more, let alone at the table. I remember it (I've done it!) but it still sounds so '50s to me. Almost nostalgic if it didn't stink and affect the taste of the food.

                                      1. re: chicgail

                                        50s, 60s and 70s mainly. Til he died of lung cancer, unfortunately. Husband still smoking away, but not during dinner at least, well he probably would if I wasn't there . Never smoked myself, except for all the secondhand stuff. Not much I can do, except complain!

                                    3. re: coll

                                      I want you to know that I've been traumatized by the mental image of this act -- don't know if I'll ever be able to eat creamed corn again.

                                      1. re: pikawicca

                                        Sorry! (Welcome to my nightmare)

                                      2. re: coll

                                        My mom did that too. No matter the food. If the food was gone - into the drink it went. Vile.

                                        1. re: Sal Vanilla

                                          Ha, the cigarettes into leftover food dishes trick. I still do it, regularly. When I have a friend over and were sitting at the dining room table I always smoke immediately following the meal, and my ashes get dumped into the remaining food dishes, the butt gets crushed out on my dinner plate. I do the same thing when it's just me, by myself. At restaurants, I unfortunately need to walk outside directly following my meal.

                                      3. re: cuccubear

                                        Our next door neighbors had a huge garden so every summer night we'd find zucchini left by the back door; very kind gesture but mom would cook the hecjk out of it til it was a mushy, tastless mess... yuk; eventually she started cooking it with a fresh tomato, a little onion and som oregano; finally palatable to me. i even started to like it. also couldn't stand beets or lima beans...

                                      4. re: Morganna

                                        spam spiked with cloves and a brown sugar and oj glazeeeeeeeeeee....ewwwwwwwwwwwwww

                                        1. re: phelana

                                          Wow that sounds so familar....

                                          1. re: Morganna

                                            There's a story that's still told about me. I hated beef liver, and I had to eat it. Apparently, my mother was reading me a story in bed, after I had finished dinner and had dessert and brushed my teeth and put my pajamas on. I was chewing liver! It was the grisly bit. I had kept it in my cheek throughout pudding and minty toothpaste, and it was still there. I think that was the last time I remember my mother serving it.
                                            Now and then I make my children eat chicken livers, gently sauted in butter with onions and paprika and served on toasted rye bread. Not so bad.

                                            1. re: Morganna

                                              Second to my great aunt's bird and chitlin stew its liver. My great aunt (may her soul rest in peace) made a stew from birds and chitlins and simmered it until it was tender. On days she would cook the stew she would invite folk over for dinner. We (mom, my aunt and any other wise relatives) would send my little cousin over to see what was for dinner because he would eat anything. He would come back and say "that bird stuff" and we made ourselves scarce for a few days until the leftovers disappeared. My stomach still flips when I think of that dish!

                                              1. re: Misslady30904

                                                That's one of the funniest, greatest posts I've ever read on Chowhound- such close family and not wanting to hurt any feelings but watching out for one's best interests. Thanks for posting that!

                                                1. re: Misslady30904

                                                  Those old timers had to get by on some awful things. My grandma told me they used to snare robins to eat when she was a girl; bullets and shot cost too much to use. Children were served last, after the men and (secondly the) women. And when the meat was gone - it was gone. She said you don't know what it is to see the last piece of chicken being picked up and know you won't get any that day.
                                                  I guess once you go hungry, you're never as particular again.

                                                  1. re: weewah

                                                    My Dad was from a very poor family of 13. I've never seen any one eat as fast as he did, and he claimed it was from childhood: those who ate fast, ate. Those who didn't stayed hungry. Sad.

                                                    1. re: weewah

                                                      I've never forgotten the story of a friend's Italian immigrant grandma, with a husband and 13 kids to feed during the depression, sitting on the porch with a bowl of bread crumbs, enticing sparrows and pigeons into her lap. Then she'd twist their necks and cook them up in spaghetti sauce for dinner. I was both grossed out and impressed by her resourcefulness. Having butchered my own homegrown meat chickens, what really gets me is how she managed to pluck and gut all those tiny birds!!

                                                      1. re: klutzygirl

                                                        And now it would be a gourmet treat!

                                                        I had a friend from Wyoming visiting here on Long Island once, and I took him to a state park to show him we have some beautiful places here too. I rented a boat to take him out on the lake. Then I had to stop him from grabbing a goose and twisting its neck right then and there, he told me it would be a good dinner for us that night. It was amazing to him how they swim right up to you, in the boat (looking for food themselves). I understood, and was horrified at the same time, just like you.

                                                  2. re: Morganna

                                                    Every time someone tells me they love liver and onions, I want to slap them...liars!

                                                    1. re: ptrichmondmike

                                                      Slap away if that floats your boat, but I love liver and onions and I'm not lying. Only chicken or calf livers, though. Tasted beef liver and hated it.

                                                      I would not _ever_touch liver and onions growing up (my mom made it all the time). In my 20's I was on tour with a show and in a restaurant in Chicago for dinner, I saw a plate of it go by, and it just looked good. To this day I don't know what made me order some, but I did...and loved it. been hooked ever since.

                                                      1. re: The Professor

                                                        We lived on a farm and my father raised beef. When we butchered, the liver was on the table until the liver was gone. We liked it- I still like liver but I do believe it may be a bit genetic- you either like liver or you don't . No-one ever says that they sort of don't mind liver. It's all or nothing.

                                                        1. re: Epicuriouser

                                                          I was just talking about this with my mother the other day. She used to fry liver and onions for herself when we were kids, and we would all gag. She did it very infrequently because she knew how much we hated the smell. What surprised me during our conversation is that she didn't like liver herself when she was growing up, but came to love it as an adult.

                                                      2. re: ptrichmondmike

                                                        The reply to that is ... lamb's liver! (with onions and garlic).

                                                        1. re: ptrichmondmike

                                                          I loved liver and onions growing up...maybe my mother just made it right or it could have been the bacon that goes with it. I also liked spinach, it was a Popeye thing.

                                                      3. liver
                                                        dad's tomato, and bean laced "chili"
                                                        canned butter beans
                                                        mom's boiled(blasphemy), and then grilled baby back ribs
                                                        salmon loaf
                                                        cream tuna on toast
                                                        frozen spinach

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                                                        1. re: swsidejim

                                                          Funny, I'm the 3rd liver voter. Do that many moms really make liver? Is it a generational or ethnic thing or what?

                                                          I'm 37, grew up with East Coast–raised Jewish parents, and can guarantee you none of my friends' moms in Oklahoma circa 1978 were making liver.

                                                          1. re: tatamagouche

                                                            38, chicagoan. calves live once a month. I wouldnt eat it after trying it once or twice, I'd rather go hungry.

                                                            1. re: LabRat

                                                              woops, darn posting at work, made me leave off the (r). calves liver, not calves live. ;-)

                                                            2. re: tatamagouche

                                                              It must have been generational rather than ethnic or regional. I'm a 41 year old WASP from Los Angeles, and in the 1970s my mom used to make liver and onions for dinner. I detested it. That and lima beans (frozen) were the two dishes she made that I refused to eat.

                                                              1. re: DanaB

                                                                add frozen lima beans to my list as well.

                                                                Many a night there was a power struggle with those nasty beans left on my plate until I would finish them.

                                                                1. re: swsidejim

                                                                  Red or lima beans for me. Nowadays, I don't seem to mind refried beans in mexican food.

                                                                2. re: DanaB

                                                                  I was very fussy, but I liked my mom's calve's liver w/ onions and potatoes. I hated kielbasi and saurkraut and almost everything else. Loved her fried chicken(except when my brother was eating my southern fried pet rabbit, w/ a broken leg, when I was in 3rd grade.) w/ white rice and frozen sweet corn.

                                                                  1. re: Passadumkeg

                                                                    your family fried your pet rabbit and served it to you for dinner??? thats just wrong.

                                                                    1. re: asiansensation007

                                                                      My husbands brother had a rabbit and when it died they cooked it up for supper. It wasn't until after he ate he realized it was his former pet. Is that gruesome or what??? But their grandpa raised chickens and geese, and would kill them for supper, so I guess they figured meat is meat. I would have starved at their house.

                                                                      1. re: danhole

                                                                        Wow. Real life and all that, I guess. I can still see the chickens at my grandmother's house (no, she wasn't in the country) running around with their heads cut off. My cousin and I ran screaming into the house and closed ourselves in the bathroom.

                                                                        <-----------city mouse.

                                                                        1. re: dolores

                                                                          His grandparents weren't in the country either. Smack dab in the heart of Houston! My DH has told me the stories, but thank heaven I never experienced it!

                                                                          My daughter worked at a summer camp in Marble Falls one year, and they raised pigs. She told me all about this pig "Babe" that she would feed, and help take care of. At the ending ceremony we went up there and they served us lunch. The meat tasted a bit odd to me, so I asked what it was. She cheerfully said "Oh, that's Babe!" Discreet gag, dropped fork and went for some chicken, after asking if it was also named (it wasn't). Talk about a city mouse!

                                                                          1. re: danhole

                                                                            My SIL and her ex lived in Maine and one year they decided to raise hogs for meat. They bought three of them and promptly named them after three of her brothers - one of them being my husband. I know she and her husband thought it was hilarious but my husband - not so much.

                                                                        2. re: danhole

                                                                          Dani, I know this an old post but, that's horrible. It brings to mind when I was a kid, and we used to get baby chickens for Easter. They were dyed different colors, blue, red, yellow, etc. When they got bigger, and their natural colors were coming back, our parents would take them to the edge of town, less well off folks, and give them a "better home." I'm certain the better home was a pot or frying pan. Now that I'm thinking about it, we had rabbits when I was a kid. I never knew what became of my Benjamin Bunny or my brother's Pinky.

                                                                          1. re: James Cristinian

                                                                            I too brought a chick home from school. Dad built a pen for it and we kept it in the garage, fed it well and it thrived. Only problem was that it turned out to be a rooster and crowed at sunrise without fail. We always had chicken on Sunday and one Sunday we had an especially delicious bird.Dad was the nicest man I ever met but he wasn't a morning person. I cried when I figured out what happened but it really was the best fried chicken Mom ever made!

                                                                          2. re: danhole

                                                                            Yes, like many children in the country (and very small towns; my mum's parents weren't farmers), mum had a pet piglet as a little girl, who later became roast, ham and bacon...

                                                                        3. re: Passadumkeg

                                                                          And did the rabbit, your brother or you have the broken leg?

                                                                          1. re: Glencora

                                                                            Glencora & 007, sorry, I was in a rush. My students were coming into class. I teach the grammar error I knew I made and was curious if I'd get called on. Good for you two.
                                                                            I had a pet rabbit, Thumper, in 3rd grade. A neighbor's dog got to him and chomped his rear leg in half. In retrospect, we couldn't afford a vet and my mom said he ran away. I was eating fried chicken. My older brother was sitting to my right. I'm sure upon pain of death, he was told not to tell me that he was eating southern fried Thumper. But as older siblings often do, he ignored the threats and turned to me and said, "Mmmm, mmm, Thumper, sure is good". It suddenly hit me, I jumped up started crying and hitting him. I won't watch Bambi, but I hunt and fish and my brother is my best friend today.

                                                                            1. re: Passadumkeg

                                                                              the power of disney at work...our first-grade class also had a rabbit named thumper - i imagine kids all over the world used that name. but i'm pretty sure that in our suburban north jersey town no one thought to fry him up for dinner when he passed.

                                                                              1. re: goodhealthgourmet

                                                                                Hey, this was in Sayreville and my mom was a 1st grade teacher in Spotswood! I lived on a dead end st. and hunted every day after school.
                                                                                NJ is still a popular hunting and fishing spot. In Sayreville they have problems with bears and Bon Jovi
                                                                                I live in Maine now (As close to NJ as I want to be.) and just bought new fishing licences for my wife and me. But, know what's funny? Due to coyote predation and habitation loss, the eastern cottontail rabbit is about to be placed on the Me. endangered species list. We have one cottontale behind our house and I don't hunt him. But Bambi, on the other hand, is nothing but a long legged rat that eats my garden and commits suicide on my car bumper (twice). Umm, Umm finger lickin' good.

                                                                                1. re: Passadumkeg

                                                                                  pdk: don't hate me for saying this, but i always thought of sayreville as being out in the boonies :)

                                                                                  mea culpa!

                                                                                  1. re: goodhealthgourmet

                                                                                    Yes, and I wish it still was. My "boonies" have been cut down and turned into infestations of row upon row of god awful ugly McMansions. It was a great place for a boy in the fifties. Now the same thing is happening to the small town in which I live in Maine. We are being beseiged by the big box store attack! Go away, corporate America!

                                                                                  2. re: Passadumkeg

                                                                                    When did coyotes come up here anyway? (I live in Montréal, but it must be just as strange in Maine).

                                                                                  3. re: goodhealthgourmet

                                                                                    Once in a Disney World restaurant, they had a venison steak with rabbit sausage. I told the waiter I wanted the Bambi and Thumper plate. He laughed quite hard, as did my companions....

                                                                                    Worst food I had to eat was split pea soup. HATED it. Probably one the only food wars I won with my mom. Still hate it. YUCKY

                                                                                    1. re: cosmogrrl

                                                                                      in Norway , I served a rein deer roast, w/a a Marrachino cherry stuck on the end, at a Xmas Eve dinner.

                                                                                        1. re: Passadumkeg

                                                                                          We eat caribou, when we can get it, from colleagues in Nothern Québec. Caribou is a delicious, highly nutritious and very lean meat, but its very sveltesse can make it challenging to cook. Caribou and reindeer are the same animal, though there are some variations between North American and Northern European stock.

                                                                                          Up north, "healthy food" is "food with blood in it". This is definitely true, as the prepared food from the "south" is usually almost devoid of nutrition, and full of unhealthy sugars and trans fats that are very harmful for Inuit and Northern Cree people.

                                                                                2. re: Passadumkeg

                                                                                  A widow, my mom brought up five of us by herself. There was little I didn't like and I think pickled beets was about all she wanted us to eat that I didn't care for. Once my brother puked when she made him eat one bite of beets!
                                                                                  We had pet chicks one easter and as they matured my mom said it was time to eat one. We ate it, but none of us had much of an appetite.

                                                                                  1. re: Scargod

                                                                                    Hey, we got cases of pickled beets left over from my mother-in-law. Want some? Canned yams too. Sorry, no okra, she was a Yankee Boston Brahmin.

                                                                                    1. re: Passadumkeg

                                                                                      Ok Passadumkeg, another response to an old post, but I can't resist. With regards to poor Thumper, my cat once brought home my neigbhbor's rabbit, with two neat, bloody holes in the neck that Dracula would have been proud of. Had we been more frugal, it would of gone the way of Thumper. Our food we didn't like was peas. My brother and I would throw them at each other. Funny thing, I love peas now.

                                                                                      1. re: James Cristinian

                                                                                        Canned peas! Still can't stand them I have an aversion to canned food in general.

                                                                                3. re: DanaB

                                                                                  My hillbilly mom was making it in Saudi Arabia in the 70's!
                                                                                  Stunk up the whole house.

                                                                                  1. re: DanaB

                                                                                    I think my mother made liver cause me & my sister were alittle anemic and skinny. Think the doctor suggested it and a little port wine with dinner to build our blood. Also malted milk shakes to put some weight on us. That was also in the 70's.

                                                                                  2. re: tatamagouche

                                                                                    I find myself craving liver. It has to do with being female and the time of the month. Liver is iron rich. I'm chronically anemic. :)

                                                                                    1. re: Morganna

                                                                                      I always thought it was unfair, but my Mom made all us girls eat liver once a month, while the boys got to have hot dogs or hamburgers.

                                                                                    2. re: tatamagouche

                                                                                      I'm 42, east-coast raised jewish parents and apparently liver and onions was a big part of my parents' culinary landscape growing up. My mom didn't make it real often (thank god) but she still makes it to this day for my dad.

                                                                                      1. re: tatamagouche

                                                                                        Agree it's generational and not ethnic or geographical. My (British born) mom made liver and onions too. In Salt Lake City Utah. And it was AWFUL. She also made steak and kidney pie but you could pick around the kidney and she didn't make me eat the organ meats for some reason. I had to TRY them, but not finish them.

                                                                                        But the worst thing was brussels sprouts. These I did have to eat -- had to sit at the table until I finished them. I'd never do that to a kid.

                                                                                        1. re: yumyum

                                                                                          Same here with the brussels sprouts. I had to eat them too. And I would never do that to a kid either. I have a 7 year old son and there isn't anything that he is forced to eat. Luckily he's a pretty good eater with a varied enough diet that I don't worry about his nutritional needs being met.

                                                                                        2. re: tatamagouche

                                                                                          Tricked into eating liver in a restaurant from my dad's plate with A1 sauce. My dad's joke whenever the family couldn't decide what to eat was that we were going to the "Liver Emporium." Having to broil liver seems to give kosher cooks reason to cook the taste out along with the blood. My bubbe couldn't cook chicken to save her life either.

                                                                                      2. nothing. mom isn't the greatest cook, but i was never forced to eat anything i didn't want. even when we would go out to dinner, although they would encourage us to take just a bite of something new, it was always just a suggestion, never an obligation. i'm immensely grateful for that, because i'm pretty sure it's the reason i became adventurous about food as i got older, and learned to appreciate diverse cuisines.

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                                                                                        1. re: goodhealthgourmet

                                                                                          Trying something new can come back to bite you in the butt if you are with the wrong relatives!

                                                                                          When I was very young (7 or 8?), I visited my grandparents in Chicago and they took me to dinner. They encouraged me to order the lamb, as it was something I never had. I was, of course, reluctant to do so, but they told me that I should order the lamb and then if I didnt like it, I could order something else. Sounded like a deal to me! So, of course, I take a bite of the lamb and I don't like it. I tell this to my grandmother and she leans over and says to me: "Melanie, I am very disappointed in you."

                                                                                          Ugh, I will never forget that, unfortunatley! I think I ended up ordering something else, but probably lost my appetite after that belittling comment.

                                                                                          (Oddly enough, I DO like lamb now :))

                                                                                          1. re: Melanie

                                                                                            oy. that's not exactly encouraging :)

                                                                                            fortunately for me, my sister was an impossible pain in the a** about food [and everything else, for that matter]. she would only eat three things - cold cereal, hamburgers [cooked medium], and french onion soup. oh, actually it was four - she would always eat mushrooms.

                                                                                            so compared to her, i was a pleasure to have at the table.

                                                                                            it's funny, even now she has a really limited and boring palate. she can't stand any sort of heat, spice, or herbs on her food. no pepper whatsoever, and heaven forbid there's anything green [e.g. cilantro, basil, parsley] on it!

                                                                                          2. re: goodhealthgourmet

                                                                                            i thought of one.

                                                                                            the curly parsley [ugh] dipped in saltwater for the passover seder. we were always obligated to take one bite, and it made me gag & heave every time...more because of the salt than the parsley, but i can no longer stomach curly parsley on or in anything, and i now insist that mom use flat leaf when she does the seder.

                                                                                            1. re: goodhealthgourmet

                                                                                              This is where I stand too! Both parents were terrific cooks, loved to try everything and always encouraged us to at least taste. There's nothing I didn't like....LOL Mother made the best calves liver with bacon and onions. I liked it medium rare...still a little pink inside.

                                                                                              1. re: Gio

                                                                                                This is off-topic, but as someone who's never eaten liver, I'm curious. If something is "still a little pink inside", wouldn't it be medium well, not medium rare? Is it different than other meats?
                                                                                                This is an honest to goodness question, not a flame. Thanks.

                                                                                                1. re: invinotheresverde

                                                                                                  Oh shucks IVTV.... I don't know what You would call it. To me, it was medium rare - still a little pink inside. Tasty as all get out. But let's see...
                                                                                                  the liver was about 1 1/2" thick. After frying the onion & bacon, the liver - uncut - was added and sauteed till the outside was .... I don't know - not quite the same color as it was when put into the pan. A coupla flips and it was taken out of the pan. Left to rest while the onions and bacon were plated, then the liver was sliced on the bias.... yup.... medium rare.... still pink in the middle. You shoulda been there!

                                                                                                  1. re: invinotheresverde

                                                                                                    I don't know what the technicalities are for naming the doneness of organ meats. My wife hated the liver she got as a child until i made it for her. A week ago I ordered it in a restaurant, and it was horrible ... tough as shoe leather and razor-thin slices. It should be thick, cut out the tough veins and skin before cooking, use a pretty high heat and cook it fast just to the point where it is not raw in the middle. Cook some bacon, fry the liver in about half the bacon grease and fry onions in the rest of it. One of my favorites.

                                                                                                      1. re: warrengwonka

                                                                                                        Bacon grease would not do for Jewish or Muslim cooks!

                                                                                                        I buy my lamb's liver at a Moroccan (halal) shop, of course it would be identical if bought in a Moroccan kosher shop, but that would be in a different part of town. With olive oil, who need bacon grease?

                                                                                                2. Canned succotash! Total gag! To this day, I can't eat anything that has the texture of lima beans.

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                                                                                                  1. re: fershore

                                                                                                    yes lima beans a possibly boiled parsnips. canned peas are right up there too.

                                                                                                  2. My mom's homemade vegetable soup - she would grind up rutabegas and turnips, along with carrots, potatoes and onions, and I would just gag when she made me eat it. She would tell me 'it's really good - you'll learn to like it'. I've wondered recently if I'd like it now. I doubt it.

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                                                                                                    1. re: jeanmarieok

                                                                                                      Borscht with sour cream. I'd probably like it now (though I can't even bring myself to try after years of watching the sour cream turn the soup a sort of bruised lilac shade).Ew.

                                                                                                      1. re: SharaMcG

                                                                                                        No doubt about it. Capuzella, or whatever the spelling is for this horror.

                                                                                                        Roasted lamb's head. Watching my father eat the eyes and brains.

                                                                                                        50 years later, and the trauma is still vivid.

                                                                                                        1. re: SharaMcG

                                                                                                          Canned vegetables. cooked to death. Nothing maked me gag like those grey, overcooked green beans. And I HAD to eat them. There was no "just one bite". No substitutions. No excuses. No dog under the table to feed them to. I think I would have preferred the liver mentioned above. Mom jokes about it now, but they were evil. Still not funny!

                                                                                                          1. re: Cheflambo

                                                                                                            OMG! You must have eaten at my house. Those canned peas were the grossest veggies in the world (besides creamed corn, of course). My hubby couldn't believe how my mother made peas - we still joke about it to this day.
                                                                                                            When I first saw GREEN ones on my plate, I was wondering if they had been injected with a dye!! Thanks for the memory

                                                                                                            1. re: taxi

                                                                                                              I don't even mind the canned peas as much as I minded the canned asparagus. Those are the worst!

                                                                                                              1. re: sophia519

                                                                                                                Canned asparagus? My mom made me eat it once, but never again. I gag at the memory.

                                                                                                      2. It's a tough question - what's the worst food you had to eat.

                                                                                                        None of the foods listed here are bad foods - bones and skin in chicken soup? And what was wrong with it? The responses are mostly answers to 'what food did you like the least?'.

                                                                                                        I am surprised by the number of people whose parents exercised no control over them. 'If I didn't like the food my father bought and my mother prepared, I could make what wanted.' What?

                                                                                                        For me, the worst food I had to eat as a child was by my own choice. i badgered my mother until she bought Popeye brand canned spinach. She told me I wouldn't like it, as I did not like spinach. I insisted as this was popeye's brand it would be different and I would like it.

                                                                                                        Mom's always right. Although I can eat canned spinach today, I think most would agree that, degustation-wise, it is not worth the chewing.

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                                                                                                        1. re: FrankJBN

                                                                                                          I couldn't make what I wanted, I could have a sammich. Why is this strange? I would be told I had to -try- something first. I couldn't just say I didn't like something without trying it first. But Mom wasn't going to make two meals, so either I ate what she prepared, I made myself a sandwich, or I went hungry. My choice. I'm not sure why that doesn't make any sense :D

                                                                                                          1. re: FrankJBN

                                                                                                            My Mom tried that stay at the table until you finish crap with us, and back then she was a horrible cook. She went through a year long pimento kick where she put them in everything Thank God for Dogs.

                                                                                                            BTW, If you force a kid to eat a food they dont want to eat, you will make them hate that food for the rest of their lives. Plus you will have rotting food hidden in all kinds of inventive places, like under the radiator etc.

                                                                                                            1. re: MelissaC1

                                                                                                              still can't eat vegetables!

                                                                                                              1. re: daylight

                                                                                                                My mom only really pushed the stay at the table until you finish crap with me once - it was creamed spinach (which apparently she didn't like either) and I can still remember sitting alone at the table for hours because I refused to eat it. I think I finally threw it out the back door. And I don't recall ever seeing creamed spinach in the house again.

                                                                                                                I was actually a very adventurous eater as a kid (still am) and there was really no reason to try to force me to eat the couple of things I didn't like (brussels sprouts, the aforementioned liver and onions, scallops. What was the point?) But every time she made those things she would insist that I eat them. I still hate all three of those foods to this day - creamed spinach I can deal with.

                                                                                                                1. re: flourgirl

                                                                                                                  Have any of you oven-roasted brussels sprouts? A whole different vegetable. I love it. But then, I can get it perfectly fresh on the stalk in the market, in late autumn.

                                                                                                                2. re: daylight

                                                                                                                  I hated peas. They were small round disgusting little buggers! I'd put them all in my mouth at once and run to the bathroom to spit them out. Now, I just love them. Same with liver and oinions. Hated them but love it now!

                                                                                                                3. re: MelissaC1

                                                                                                                  my mom would make me stay at the table long enough to torture me, or she would say 5 more bites. either way if it was something i hated, i was being forced to eat it, but not to finish it. anyway, there's almost nothing i don't like today.

                                                                                                              2. My mother use to make something from left over ham that was awful-Diced ham canned pineapple, and LOTS of brown sugar. It put me off any sort fruit with meat for the reat of my life!

                                                                                                                1. Overcooked-to-the-point-of-being-gray brussels sprouts. And to make them worse, they would be cold as stones because I would be sitting at the table until midnight if I didn't finish them. My brother and I would try to hide them in the centerpiece.

                                                                                                                  Lima beans. Those big ugly pasty dry nasty ones.

                                                                                                                  However, I have learned to cook both of these CORRECTLY. I actually really like brussels sprouts now, and I can tolerate tiny butter beans.

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                                                                                                                  1. re: Furgs

                                                                                                                    I'm with you on the cold vegetables, Furgs. We were be given frozen spinach soaked in butter, which I refued to eat until I finally gave up, about an hour later and ate cold and soggy.

                                                                                                                    Sometime, when we would get to eat in the living room, I would dispose of foods I didn't like behind the couch. It was not a great day when my parents finally found that hiding place...

                                                                                                                    1. re: Melanie

                                                                                                                      Ah yes, my most vivid childhood food-trauma was also cold spinach (cooked fresh, though), dressed with vinaigrette and topped with chopped hard boiled eggs (which I hate). It was slimey and cold and nasty. I took the "bed without supper" route rather than eat it.

                                                                                                                      1. re: Furgs

                                                                                                                        Brussels sprouts were the worst. The smell and taste gag me to this day. I literally lost it once when forced to eat them as a child. My husband keeps trying to find creative ways to serve them, but I still can't get them down.

                                                                                                                        I have acquired a taste for lima beans now. Amazing how our taste buds change (or don't) as we get older.

                                                                                                                        1. re: LJBTampa

                                                                                                                          didn't like Brussels sprouts when I was young but now love them roasted. Still don't like lima beans tho. :-)

                                                                                                                          1. re: LindaWhit

                                                                                                                            brussel sprouts with BACON! cuz bacon makes almost everything taste better (hmm....doesn't help me with liver, though!)

                                                                                                                            i used to have the problem with some of the sprouts being bitter, but it's true, boil them in some soup stock and they lose the bitterness!


                                                                                                                            i'm not fond of lima beans, but ya know, i'm probably too confused to correctly identify a lima bean from a soy bean......them big green pod things!

                                                                                                                        2. re: Furgs

                                                                                                                          Mom used to boil the heck out of the brussel sprouts. Sucked the life out of them. No one ate them during Thanksgiving. I'd toss them ensuring no "left over" b-sprouts the next day.

                                                                                                                        3. My dad would make deviled ham sandwich's and insist that the whole family eat some too. There is something about the "smeared catfood", as so it looked to me on a sandwich that didn't appeal to the senses.

                                                                                                                          1. Poached eggs. For some reason, my Dad was obsessed with feeding me this specific variety. I wasn't able to eat poached eggs until well into my 20s.

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                                                                                                                            1. re: StrawbrryF

                                                                                                                              Casseroles and the worst was called, "Spanish Delight". Ground beef, onions, cans of creamed corn, tomato over egg noodles and topped with cheese....I still remember the smell pfft!

                                                                                                                            2. My mother is a great cook. But she was a teacher and a single mom, so we were poor. To save money, she joined a food co-op. We endured the horrors of powdered milk and carob chips for about 6 months, and then she stopped buying them as we would eat only the amounts she made us eat. Ugh, the horror. Also, I didn't like the banana chips we got from the co-op, but I was in the minority on that one.

                                                                                                                              1. My mom never made me eat anything I didn't like. She was convinced that her mother's "clean your plate" mentality had been partially responsible for her being somewhat overweight. BUT, the one dish I remember that came up frequently that I didn't like was her homemade mac & cheese -- it tasted way too creamy and bland to me. I much preferred the Kraft version, which she, of course, despised. Now, of course, I appreciate the fact that my mom avoided convenience foods.

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                                                                                                                                1. re: emily

                                                                                                                                  Emily. my mom made Kraft mac & cheese quite often, but only used about half of the packet of powdered cheese. I will never know why. When I got to college my friends would make this in the dorm (using all the cheese of course) I was amazed at how different (and better!) it tasted. That's when I realized what was wrong with mom's. Now I dont eat it at all (it was a favorite of my late husband's, and I still get a little choked up when I see that blue box) and I dont even make my own homemade version any more, as my current DH is lactose intolerant and I just can't consume that much carb in one sitting. Sigh .....

                                                                                                                                  1. re: Cheflambo

                                                                                                                                    If you LIKE mac and cheese, Kraft (sorry, blue box) does make a product called, "Easy Mac" in individual packets. I buy it at Sam's in huge boxes that I take the packets out of and store in a plastic canister in the cubpoard. Just a thought...

                                                                                                                                2. cube steak

                                                                                                                                  This pounded, grainy pattie of meat with lots of "chew forever" bits in it.

                                                                                                                                  I once told my mom they probably got better food in prison. I had to eat cube steak leftovers for dinner for three days.

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                                                                                                                                  1. re: three of us

                                                                                                                                    UGH! I'd forgotten how much I hated cube steak! My mom would pour water in the pan at the end of cooking it to make sure it finished steaming to a lovely shade of gray. ICK!

                                                                                                                                    1. re: PrincessBakesALot

                                                                                                                                      omg I recall that one too, but ours also had some arteries running through- gross out, big time. That was a pure save on the side of the mouth, put it in ther napkin or go to the bathroom.
                                                                                                                                      Thanks for sharing!

                                                                                                                                  2. Ooh, I love chicken soup with the whole dang thing in there. Picking at the bones, tearing the meat off. Good stuff...

                                                                                                                                    I ate well as a kid. My dad grew up in a restaurant in Hawaii and my mom grew up in a Chinatown butcher shop, so they both know food and come from food loving families. Oddly enough when they would serve liver, we were actually asked not to eat it if we didn't like it; my parents like it so much, they thought it was a waste if I ate it!

                                                                                                                                    I hated broccoli and cauliflower when I was a kid, and would only eat them if I could dip them in mayo. I'd only eat artichoke if we could play "basketball" with the leaves and toss them into a bowl in the middle of the table. Good times :) Now I like broccoli just fine, but still can't eat cauliflower...ugh.

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                                                                                                                                    1. re: MeAndroo

                                                                                                                                      Oh man MeAndroo...where were you back then? I would have GLADLY given you my bowl of soup to munch on. Hey you should try my baked cauliflower. I made it for Easter this year and my niece who is REALLY picky ate quite a bit of it.

                                                                                                                                      1. re: Smileelisa

                                                                                                                                        Would you mind sharing your baked cauliflower recipe?

                                                                                                                                    2. Mother's rice: Scorched on the bottom, mushy on the top, burnt-tasting throughout.
                                                                                                                                      Mother's fish: Smelly, bony, gaggy.
                                                                                                                                      Grandmother's munggo: bland, unseasoned mung bean mush. No meat, no garlic, no salt: no flavor.
                                                                                                                                      Grandmother's ampalaya guisado: overcooked, almost creamed bittermelons with dried out scrambled eggs. Topnote was bitterness; bassnote was regret.

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                                                                                                                                      1. re: JungMann

                                                                                                                                        I forgot to add homemade steak which was invariably cooked until tough and grey as a London afternoon. In general I didn't like eating meat because the parents overcooked it to the point where my jaw literally throbbed after trying to chew my way through dinner.

                                                                                                                                        Also hated eating generic cereal. Father tried to save money anywhere he could, and children's food seemed to be an expensive decadence. So while I never got to eat Fruit Rollups, Mondo or Lunchables like the other kids, I had plenty of bland Rice Kwispies, chemical-tasting Fruity Puffs and wildly flavored generic soda from the Cub Foods.

                                                                                                                                        1. re: JungMann

                                                                                                                                          LOL Great post. You should be a restaurant reviewer.

                                                                                                                                          1. re: Bob W

                                                                                                                                            I had forgotten the fact that I "hated steak" until I tried it out of the house. I wouldn't eat pink food...too scared of all the science class lectures on diseases...so mom had to cook mine well done and that meant chew-til-bedtime. I ended up making sandwiches on steak nights or making a meal out of sides.

                                                                                                                                        2. My mom made a hamburger casserole that I would usually be late for dinner if I knew it was being served.

                                                                                                                                          I only had to eat liver and onions once, but that would be right at the top of the list.

                                                                                                                                          1. Though we got most of our vegetables fresh from the San Francisco Farmer's Market on Geneva (never had a canned vegie until college), my mom overcooked everything. The absolute worst was boiled zucchini. Started out 90 percent water and ended up a slimy, gag-inducing mess.

                                                                                                                                            1. My parents made this cauliflower pasta dish, that I ate right after having my tonsils taken out and then proceeded to immediately throw up everywhere. Ever since that dish has had no appeal for me - but my parents couldn't connect that I disliked that dish specifically as opposed to cauliflower in general. So whenever I'd eat plain cauliflower without complaints - they'd take it as a sign to bring cauliflower pasta back out.

                                                                                                                                              1. I hated liver and onions, too. But I really, really hated canned mackerel "cakes." My parents made me sit at the table until I finished my plate, but I could add anything I liked to it. So one night I put carmel sauce on my mackerel. That was a long night. Also, I broke my arm when I was two, and according to the family story, stuffed canned peas down my cast so I wouldn't have to eat them. That got pretty stinky after a few days.

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                                                                                                                                                1. re: Glencora

                                                                                                                                                  My parents were of the "we're not running a restaurant, you have to eat what's served" persuasion. I take an entirely different approach with my child. My mother was a good cook, but there were a number of dishes I didn't like, not because she did them badly, but just because it was food I didn't like. Absolutely, clearly, hands down worst thing they made me eat: frozen mashed squash. Hated the taste and the taste/texture combination literally made me gag. And they made me eat it anyway. Years later, I asked her why she made me eat something I hated so much I gagged and she said didn't believe me at the time, figured I was making it up. Thanks, Mom.

                                                                                                                                                  Interesting phenomenon: There were foods I didn't like as a kid that I have acquired a taste for over the years. However, I have never acquired a taste for anything I didn't like but was required to eat.
                                                                                                                                                  Thank goodness my mother hated liver.

                                                                                                                                                  1. re: marcia2

                                                                                                                                                    Yeah, I don't want this topic to get sidetracked into "parents these days are so permissive..." but I don't make my son sit at the table forever and finish everything on his plate. As you say, it doesn't help them to enjoy the food later and I'd rather pick my battles.

                                                                                                                                                    1. re: Glencora

                                                                                                                                                      Kids have odd palates, sometimes. Making them sit and stare at it won't make them like it. Oddly enough, I wouldn't even touch sauerkraut until somebody told me that it was pickled cabbage. I tried it and loved it.

                                                                                                                                                    2. re: marcia2

                                                                                                                                                      I agree with you marcia,,,thank god my mom hated liver or I guarantee that would have been right up there with the chicken soup. It's funny if she didn't like something she just didn't eat it and would make herself something else but us kids didn't have that luxury. and we didn't have a dog but we did try stuffing food we didn't like into our napkins and toss them in the garbage but of course we got caught. that ended that.

                                                                                                                                                  2. I have always hated seafood, and was never forced to eat it, but Christmas Eve was the exception. My family is Italian. If I didn't want to starve, I had to eat something on the table. The least objectionable thing was the spaghetti with garlic, oil, and anchovies. It was NASTY, but I had no choice.

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                                                                                                                                                    1. re: Avalondaughter

                                                                                                                                                      I hated seafood too. and we are italian and along with the pasta aglio olio we had stuffed squid that was repulsive. It smelled so nasty. to this day I refuse to eat it.

                                                                                                                                                      1. re: Avalondaughter

                                                                                                                                                        I hated the 7 fishes dinner~but the horror of watching my father teasing me with the squid tentacles hanging out of his mouth just put me over the edge

                                                                                                                                                        I can't remember making it thru a christmas eve dinner until I was about 14 or 15

                                                                                                                                                        1. re: chef4hire

                                                                                                                                                          It clearly wasn't funny to you at the time but I did laugh when I read your post - what an image you created in my mind. Too funny.

                                                                                                                                                      2. Lobster - did not like them as a kid, love them now

                                                                                                                                                        Oranges - (see Lobster above)

                                                                                                                                                        Braised pig's feet - hated as a kid, can appreciate them now, but still don't like 'em

                                                                                                                                                        1. I may be the only one who had to suffer this, but for me it was UNDERCOOKED veggies. My dear mother, in response to her hatred of the slimy overcooked veg of her childhood, would basically cook any vegetable in a few tablespoons of water in the microwave (she also is the only human I know that prefers a microwaved bagel...) for like a minute and half, tops. The result: hot but raw dried out and bitter carrot sticks. Or broccoli. Or green beans. Every stinking night of the week.

                                                                                                                                                          1. Chinese medicinal tea/soup - it's a thick, black sludge that smells and tastes absolutely vile. I swear people 'get better' just so they can stop drinking it. My mom also went through a raw bitter-melon smoothie phase... ugh

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                                                                                                                                                            1. re: cywd

                                                                                                                                                              Raw ... pickled ... bitter ... melon ... smoothie????

                                                                                                                                                              Is it too late to contact Children's Protective Services on your behalf?

                                                                                                                                                              1. re: cywd

                                                                                                                                                                I completely sympathize and agree with your theory on Chinese medicinal soup. At least it wasn't mom's fault (she's an excellent cook); it was just the combination of herbs and...I don't even want to know what else. Good riddance!

                                                                                                                                                                1. re: cywd

                                                                                                                                                                  Oh me too. I hated that stuff. My mom had to bribe me with chocolate for me to drink it. We didn't do Valrhona. It was Whitman's Samplers for me. But I liked it back then.

                                                                                                                                                                  However, my mom never forced me to eat anything. In areas of food, she was into positive reinforcement. If I didn't like it, I didn't like it. She also never forced me to finish my plate. What she did was encourage me to eat things saying how delicious it was (even if it really wasn't). And she would praise me when I ate different things. But I was a difficult kid as I had to be encouraged to eat things most people would find delicious like apple pie and heavenly hash ice cream.

                                                                                                                                                                  1. re: Miss Needle

                                                                                                                                                                    actually it's not so surprising that you didn't like heavenly hash ice cream. i loved the stuff, but almonds aren't a universally kid-friendly food...even when covered in chocolate and swimming in ice cream :)

                                                                                                                                                                    1. re: goodhealthgourmet

                                                                                                                                                                      You're right. It's probably the almonds. What kid would say no to chocolate ice cream and marshmallow?

                                                                                                                                                                    2. re: Miss Needle

                                                                                                                                                                      Remind me what's heavenly hash...I only have a vague memory of a rolling stomach when I hear that name!

                                                                                                                                                                      1. re: Cinnamom

                                                                                                                                                                        chocolate ice cream, chocolate chips, roasted almonds [they were chocolate-covered in some brands], & marshmallow swirl.

                                                                                                                                                                      2. re: Miss Needle

                                                                                                                                                                        Funny -- my mom's tactic was to say that the food in question was far too grown-up for me to eat. That worked at least a few times for the Chinese medicinal tea, and began my long love affair with picking apart whole fish.

                                                                                                                                                                    3. i admit to eating alot of weird things as a kid, some that i really liked too (my dad's mexican rice with slices of banana; my mom's star soup with mayo in it; my mom's corn popsicles), but the thing i hated the most (thingS) were vegetables. especially the green ones. (i only ate corn, carrots & potatoes)
                                                                                                                                                                      i HAD to eat them and couldn't leave the table until they were gone.
                                                                                                                                                                      so i started to think of sneaky ways to have them disappear from my plate.
                                                                                                                                                                      putting them in a napkin on my lap and then being excused to "use the bathroom" only worked a couple of times.
                                                                                                                                                                      hiding them in my mouth, going to the bathroom to spit them out only worked a couple of times.
                                                                                                                                                                      swallowing them whole became hazardous after almost choking.
                                                                                                                                                                      but the worst had to be hiding the peas in my nose!
                                                                                                                                                                      yeah! my nose.
                                                                                                                                                                      my mom freaked out once.
                                                                                                                                                                      i never did that again.
                                                                                                                                                                      but she finally gave up trying to force me to eat my veggies.
                                                                                                                                                                      i still don't eat them as an adult!
                                                                                                                                                                      traumatized me for life i guess....

                                                                                                                                                                      i also hated the skin on the chicken (my mom loved it).

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                                                                                                                                                                      1. re: daylight

                                                                                                                                                                        I think it might have helped that neither my brother or myself were picky eaters. We liked nearly everything we were served with few exceptions, including the vegetables. I even liked succotash with canned lima beans and canned corn. So for the few things they made that we didn't like, they were more inclined to be flexible with us. We also didn't play the "I haven't ever eaten it but I don't like it" game because they didn't allow it. We were allowed to not like things and therefore not eat them, but we had to TRY them first. :)

                                                                                                                                                                        1. re: daylight

                                                                                                                                                                          I wore knee socks. Very useful for hiding food.

                                                                                                                                                                        2. Menudo - I don't like the chewiness of the tripe...very kid unfriendly
                                                                                                                                                                          Chiccarones - the traditional, stew-like version not the crispy ones. Again, chewiness.

                                                                                                                                                                          Not a fan of either as an adult.

                                                                                                                                                                          1. We were required to take at least a small serving of everything, and eat it. No fussing would have been tolerated. The things that I was "made" to eat that I just didn't care for were: Okra, Eggplant, and--the worst--Swiss Chard. All were fresh from the garden. I like all of these things now, and were I able to get my hands on any of the above, fresh from the garden, I would think I was a lucky, lucky girl!

                                                                                                                                                                            They also taught us table manners. I have found from raising my own children and having their friends eat over that this seems to be a lost art.

                                                                                                                                                                            Anyone else experience this?

                                                                                                                                                                            1. When I stayed at my maternal grandma's house, whom I didn't like for a number of reasons (like every grandma in the world, she thought her granddaughter was spoiled), I had two choices for breakfast: porridge with salt, or porridge with sugar. OMG, I hate that shit so much. Only reason she ate it presumably because her first husband was "British born", and so that's what she had been eating half of her life.

                                                                                                                                                                              Never mind the second husband who was Dutch, ancient, and apparently did not mind being subjected to eating tasteless slush every day.

                                                                                                                                                                              She also made a sweet salad dressing, kinda like a vinaigrette, but *really* heavy on the sugar. Yuk.

                                                                                                                                                                              My paternal grandmother was a great cook, but with age came deteriorating eye-sight, which I am guessing influenced the way she prepped her food: for years as a kid, I was convinced I absolutely HATED white asparagus, because every time she made it, it wasn't peeled right -- so it was stringy enough to be half-way down my throat and also still in my mouth. I was always choking on those things.

                                                                                                                                                                              I still hate sludge/slush/porridge, but love (well-peeled) asparagus.

                                                                                                                                                                                1. Wheaties.. sodden Wheaties congealing in milk.. ack ack.. my mother thought they were good for me.. guck.

                                                                                                                                                                                  1. Boiled potatoes. I absolutely hated them, and my parents made them all the time. I don't think I'd have a problem with them now, but I'd probably cook them a little differently (then again, if I'm boiling potatoes already, I think it's more likely that I'd either parboil them then roast them, or just go ahead and mash them with some butter and cream - either way is better than just plain boiled potatoes). Oh, and borscht. Didn't like it when I was a kid (though I'm sure it was a good version - my mom was a good cook), and I don't know if I'd like it now, as I would likely never order it, and would most likely never feel the desire to make it...

                                                                                                                                                                                    1. Corn flakes -- while everyone else was eating sugary cereals. I wasn't a big fan of milk, either, so it was just bad news all around. We later compromised on Cheerios (no frosted ones, of course) with plain soy milk, and I actually prefer it now...

                                                                                                                                                                                      Also, Lender's frozen bagels because my mother preferred them over fresh ones.

                                                                                                                                                                                      1. PEA SOUP! I would see mom start to boil that Ham bone and the bags of dried peas and I would literally cry. We had no choice as children, We ate what was cooked, there was no other food in the house to eat except what was on the table. I would sit there and stare at that bowl for hours before I could choke it down.

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                                                                                                                                                                                        1. re: gryphonskeeper

                                                                                                                                                                                          funny thing about pea soup, is that i had always refused to eat it, never even TRIED it! 'cause i hated peas and thought it would taste the same.
                                                                                                                                                                                          though, about 5 years ago, my old roomate made it.
                                                                                                                                                                                          he told me to at least try it, "how can you say you don't like something if you haven't tried it? it doesn't taste like peas, i promise!"
                                                                                                                                                                                          so i tried it and it really didn't taste like peas.
                                                                                                                                                                                          and i actually liked it!
                                                                                                                                                                                          i haven't had it since then, but i would if someone made it.

                                                                                                                                                                                          i think as an adult, i'm a little more willing to taste new things.
                                                                                                                                                                                          as long as it doesn't involve slimy animals, baby animals, blood, or anything TOO weird or crazy...
                                                                                                                                                                                          i hated tomatos as a kid, but love them now (only raw though, i still don't like them cooked.)
                                                                                                                                                                                          i still hate most veggies though...
                                                                                                                                                                                          also, i have a "texture" issue.
                                                                                                                                                                                          i can eat only about 2 or 3 pieces of calamari before the texture of it starts grossing me out...

                                                                                                                                                                                          1. re: daylight

                                                                                                                                                                                            This was not traditional pea soup! My dad loved salt, and so did mom, so this was a thick SLUDGE that was thicker than homemade mashed potatoes (seriously, the spoon did not move) with huge chucks of porkfat, carrots, potatoes and ham, with a ton of salt. I had seen pea soup at a restaurant I was bartending at, and I took one look and was like "THAT is not pea soup like I remember" I did not eat if so I cannot say if it tasted the same, but the horrid image of a bowl of glow in the dark green pork fat laden sludge does nothing for my appetite.

                                                                                                                                                                                            1. re: gryphonskeeper

                                                                                                                                                                                              I think that was also called "pease porridge".

                                                                                                                                                                                          2. re: gryphonskeeper

                                                                                                                                                                                            I cried over pea soup too! For me it was the color. Oh lord I can still see a bowl of that stuff - and I never even tasted it. I just couldn't get over my fear of the color.

                                                                                                                                                                                            Of course as an adult I'm fairly sure I would enjoy it now, but those childhood memories are too strong for me!

                                                                                                                                                                                            1. re: gryphonskeeper

                                                                                                                                                                                              The pea soup memories reminded me of the time when my mom made a fancy black bean soup recipe that called for sherry and cream. The final result was a hideous shade of purple. My brother and I took one look at it and said, "no way are we eating that!" My mom, ever the resourceful one, served dinner by candlelight that night so we didn't have to look at the soup while we ate it. And you know, in the dark it tasted pretty good!

                                                                                                                                                                                            2. My mom was generally an awesome cook, even though she sometimes made (and still makes) questionable substitutions in recipes... (deli ham for prosciutto, anyone?)
                                                                                                                                                                                              However, when times were a bit lean I think she made Spanish rice every few nights. White rice, can of tomatoes, onion, *maybe* some chili powder. Gag. But like others on this board, I was required to taste everything. I do the same with my kids, no sandwich option. My mom always talks about things she had to eat as a kid and gagged upon--canned stewed tomatoes with sugar and saltines, room temperature. Why were sweet things so very popular mid-century? I love looking at old cookbooks (a la Lileks) and talking with mom about the horrible food that was inflicted upon her generation.

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                                                                                                                                                                                              1. re: Cinnamom

                                                                                                                                                                                                Well...at least a lot of you had mom's that cooked. Mine had no idea what a kitchen was and thank goodness we had dogs that ate what we did not like. On the nights we did not go out to dinner, we had to eat undercooked pasta with ketchup or peanut and fluff sandwiches or soup. Thank goodness at 15, I started to cook and have ever since.......

                                                                                                                                                                                              2. oh! tuna!
                                                                                                                                                                                                i was always very picky when it came to tuna.
                                                                                                                                                                                                i had to make it myself.
                                                                                                                                                                                                i didn't eat it when my mom made it.
                                                                                                                                                                                                you see, i had to pick out the weird-looking colored pieces.
                                                                                                                                                                                                the pinks, and dark pieces gross me out.
                                                                                                                                                                                                also, i hated eating the chicken legs/wings 'cause of the little veins and things.

                                                                                                                                                                                                  1. re: bakerboyz

                                                                                                                                                                                                    i don't know.
                                                                                                                                                                                                    i like them.
                                                                                                                                                                                                    my mom made us those as kids, and i still like them.
                                                                                                                                                                                                    my boyfriend said he was also given them as a kid and hated them, so he won't eat them now.
                                                                                                                                                                                                    but i think they're not that bad...

                                                                                                                                                                                                    1. re: bakerboyz

                                                                                                                                                                                                      Ugh Catholic Fridays: fish sticks and kidney beans. I can't eat either of them now. (I do like whole fish and other beans, thank goodness)

                                                                                                                                                                                                    2. Pete's Pride Frozen Scallops - generally burnt

                                                                                                                                                                                                      Always awful

                                                                                                                                                                                                      1. Minute rice with overcooked, leathery pork chops and under-heated frozen green beans.

                                                                                                                                                                                                        1. Boiled cabbage. Enough said.

                                                                                                                                                                                                          And Jello with any kind of fruit in it. Something about bananas in orange jello really made the gag reflex kick in.

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                                                                                                                                                                                                          1. re: David B

                                                                                                                                                                                                            YES!!! i agree about fruit in jello.
                                                                                                                                                                                                            won't ever touch the stuff.
                                                                                                                                                                                                            frozen bananas on a stick either.
                                                                                                                                                                                                            or banana splits. don't know why....

                                                                                                                                                                                                            1. re: David B

                                                                                                                                                                                                              My grandmother - every Sunday - had green jello with canned fruit cocktail for us. Yuck...I could deal with the peach bits, but the rest was/is repulsive to me. Still not a fan of jello. Although I had a day prior to surgery last year where broth & jello were the only "foods" allowed. I was hungry enough where a "margarita" flavored jello wasn't bad!

                                                                                                                                                                                                              1. re: meatn3

                                                                                                                                                                                                                Oh, but to really amp up the ick factor in jello (for which I have a grudging affection in some cases, but in very few, and very specific), you have to include miniature marshmallows, preferrably multicolored. Foamy, squishy, sugary, rainbow-colored airpockets in a quivering mass of fruit-flavored hide/hooves/sinew/whatever suspension? Ick.


                                                                                                                                                                                                                1. re: cayjohan

                                                                                                                                                                                                                  And don't forget the Cool Whip!!! Or Cool Whip Lite if you're dieting! For really special occasions, mix them together until you get a frothy, quivering pile of artificial ingredients!

                                                                                                                                                                                                                  1. re: Cinnamom

                                                                                                                                                                                                                    As tempting as the mini marshmallows & cool whip sound - I really must maintain a family induced food phobia, if only to finance future therapists! BTW, Cay, the "quivering mass" actually gave me chills.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Now I must go eat something solid and crunchy...

                                                                                                                                                                                                            2. Mom was a great cook--in all sorts of ethnic cuisines. The only things I didn't really enjoy were turnups and squash. Of everything growing in the garden, we didn't have turnups, so it was really just that squash was not my favorite.

                                                                                                                                                                                                              I can't understand all the aversion to liver and onions coming from CHers! My mom's was great; and I still like the stuff.

                                                                                                                                                                                                              1. Wow, I can't imagine chicken noodle soup being my least favorite... but then, your Mom's version of it does sound pretty gnarly. My Mom's is one of my favorites... well,, the way she used to make it (she doesn't cook much anymore). She made homemade noodles, nice and thick and chewy, the way I like them!

                                                                                                                                                                                                                I digress... I hated canned spinach and she would make us eat it. The nutrients, don't ya know. Oh my gosh, and she would chop up hard boiled egg to put on top of it. It was a solid blob of nasty, nasty dark green with the little bit of white and yellow. I'd refuse to eat it and had to sit at the table till bedtime. She just wouldn't understand that it made me gag. I was no big fan of canned green beans or peas, either, but the spinach was what really got me. The worst of all was when she'd serve the spinach with fried liver and onions. To this day, I don't touch liver. I remember how I'd always feel robbed when we'd get to the dinner table after smelling those onions cooking, thinking we were about to have something good.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                And then there were the infamous salmon patties, made from the cheapest can of salmon on the market. I'm not sure I'd hate them as much now as I did then, though.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                My Mom could be an excellent cook when she didn't insist on cooking dishes her children hated, and we all hated those salmon patties. All she says about it now is that she doesn't know what she was thinking.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                I don't make my son eat anything he hates and never have done. He eats a well balanced diet, so if he doesn't want to touch brussel sprouts as long as he lives, I don't have a problem with that.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                1. Disclaimer: My mother has kept up with modern food trends and now cooks healthy light, protein based with veggie meals.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                  However, as a Jewish child of Holocaust survivors who actually experienced starvation in their youth growing up in Columbus, OH, I was subjected to horrible, disgusting meals. Mother was to be very American and read somewhere that children should have liver once a week, fish 3 times a week, chicken twice a week and beef twice a week. Her liver meal was every child's nightmare, liver cooked to rock like consistency with sauteed onions and canned spinach. Unfortunately, we didn't have a dog. There was no fresh fish in Columbus in the '60's, fish came out of the freezer in a block and sat on the counter all day defrosting (m/w not invented yet!) stinking up the house. The only way she prepared it was fried in grease that came out of a coffee can kept under the sink (anyone else remember this?) My parents had not yet experienced the delicacy of medium rare, which is unobtainable with kosher meat, and so beef was overcooked as well. I also hated gefilte fish, herring in any form, borscht of any kind. My scarred youthful memories have taken years for me to attempt to eat fish, hard as I try today.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                  The other issue is that you HAD to eat what was put on your plate. Please forgive me Mom & Dad, but they behaved like Food Nazis watching my brother & I to ensure we digested every morsel because there were starving children in Biafra & China (remember them?) who would KILL to have the yummy delicacies we turned up our noses at. There was an ncident similar to a Jewish version of Father Knows Best at our house where my brother showed up with a shoebox at the table on liver night and proclaimed to my mother, "Just mail it to them (starving children)!". My father chased my brother all over the house with his belt. But...we never had liver after that and it wa 15 years before I tried creamed spinach!

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                                                                                                                                                                                                                  1. re: Diane in Bexley

                                                                                                                                                                                                                    I actually can empathize with your parents, I grew up very poor and often with not much to eat, and what little we did have I was grateful for (EXCEPT PEA SOUP)
                                                                                                                                                                                                                    but wow.... seems I was not alone in the "eat this slop or starve" category. Yes I remember the coffee can of fat drippings being used to fry whatever was needed. (remember those chucks of mystery meat suspended inside?)

                                                                                                                                                                                                                    One thing about growing up poor, my house now is a cornucopia of food, I have so much food in my house I could feed half of Ethiopia, I never want my children to experience the sadness of being literally starving hungry, and opening the cabinets and seeing a bag of flour and some baking soda, and weirdly food coloring. I never was allowed into the fridge either, what little we did have was for meals only, no snacking. My parents refused any government aid. It was a pride thing with my dad.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                    1. re: gryphonskeeper

                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Great stories. Except for being forced to sit at the table -- hence the horror of the lamb's head -- I was never really forced to eat anything. I picked at things and then ate dessert.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Now that I'm not forced to eat food anymore, I pretty much don't. Thanks Mom!

                                                                                                                                                                                                                      1. re: gryphonskeeper

                                                                                                                                                                                                                        "One thing about growing up poor, my house now is a cornucopia of food, I have so much food in my house I could feed half of Ethiopia,"

                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Me too...
                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Don't even get me started on my childen's clothes...

                                                                                                                                                                                                                        1. re: Cookiefiend

                                                                                                                                                                                                                          I think we are so terrified of our kids feeling what we did. I am not so bad with clothing, grated I never wore nice clothing, but they were warm, and clean. Food was something I did not have, I remember many nights going to bed with a rumble in my stomach.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                      2. re: Diane in Bexley

                                                                                                                                                                                                                        I STILL have grease in a coffee can under the sink, having grown up in Cleveland, Ohio. Maybe it's an Ohio thing? BUt I would never think of cooking with it, just using that as a convenient way to keep it before disposing of it.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                        1. re: somervilleoldtimer

                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Grease shouldn't be put down the drain at all. It's bad for septic systems, pipes, and even if you're on a sewer system, it's not good for that, either. Better to dispose of it at the dump.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                          1. re: Morganna

                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Definitely. I store bacon drippings in a can in the fridge and will cook with it. The rest goes into a container and goes to the dump.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                      3. My father was very picky regarding vegetables, so there were few on his acceptable list. Iceberg lettuce salads & 3 varieties of canned vegetables.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Tuna casserole (it stunk to high heaven), canned cream corn (looks/texture) and canned cold peas were nightmares for me. I slept at the dinner table one night and still had to eat the peas in the morning before I could go to school. That experience ingrained such a dislike of peas that I still pick them out of dishes - even though I have tried them as an adult and realize they are not always so bad!

                                                                                                                                                                                                                        My Grandfather would give me the little bottles of liquor from airplanes for my collection. I had seen how "fun" alcohol was on tv, so I assumed it must taste great. Opened the most intriguing bottle (Pinch, 3-sided) and swigged. Repulsive! Took me over 30 years to try Scotch, Bourbon & Whiskey again. Although that experience probably saved me a bit of cash & my liver over the years!

                                                                                                                                                                                                                        1. My mom was (and admits to being) a terrible cook. The only fresh veggies we ever had in the house were carrots, iceberg lettuce, onions and potatoes (and sweet corn and tomatoes in season).

                                                                                                                                                                                                                          So our vegetables were a rotation of canned green beans, canned corn, canned peas, iceberg lettuce salad and boiled carrots. All of these I can tolerate, but when Mom decided to try something different, it would be something NASTY like canned spinach or canned asparagus. UGH

                                                                                                                                                                                                                          I remember the first time my mom got us frozen corn--we thought we'd died and gone to heaven!

                                                                                                                                                                                                                          1. You all have brought up some truly gag worthy memories! From the deviled ham (what is that stuff?), the stinky brussel sprouts, fish sticks (got food poisoning from those and still don't eat fish) and having to sit at the table until it was either tasted or eaten. Spent a whole afternoon in the kitchen staring down a bowl of split pea soup in stead of being outside in the snow playing with my dog. Finally tried it, and it's one of my all time favorites.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                            My mom loved campbells' cream of mushroom soup and FORCED me to eat it. She also used canned green giant mushroom bits in most everything she made, and I found them disgusting, and still do! And don't get me started on her potato soup - mealy with hunks of onions, and as appetizing as paste . . . no, actually paste was better. But I did like the liver and onions, the borscht, and the lima beans.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Speaking about hiding food rather than eat it, my DH was and is picky, so when his mom took a stand to make him eat some green beans, he waited for her to walk off and stashed them in the base of a fake potted rubber tree. Took her over a year to find them, and when she did she wasn't really sure what they were.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                            1. Oh man...the memories! Both my mom and grandma were gopod cooks...BUT......My
                                                                                                                                                                                                                              grandma used to boil chicken and potatoes....skin on the chicken...ugh. She also made this porkchop rice casserole but she would not cook the rice first as it would supposed to cook in the casserole juices...nothing like that crunch! I remember her swatting me good when she mentioned the poor starving kids in China and I told her to send it to them!

                                                                                                                                                                                                                              As for my mom, she made this horrid beef hash dish once. I was out on the couch as I was sick. Even our cat, Sassy would not eat it. I stuck it in the plant next to the couch, which was fine til it started to smell. And as God as my witness, Chung King Boil in a Bag Chicken Chow Mein was the nastiest food ever invented!

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                                                                                                                                                                                                                              1. re: rHairing

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                I keep forgetting about those poor starving kids in China! I got that line especially when I tore the crusts off of my sandwiches.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                              2. With all this talk of liver, I am pleased to report that while my mother loved liver and onions, she never cooked it at home or made us even try it.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Of course, we had other "treats," such as chicken fricassee that was cooked so long it was more bones than anything else.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Then there were those passover rolls...

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                                                                                                                                                                                                                                1. re: Bob W

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  I think those poor starving children in India/China/Biafra would still be starving if they were faced with a plate of liver and onions. And Diane, I understand that Depression/Greatest Generation mentality that goes with cleaning your plate. I. too, offered to send my nasty boiled carrots to those hungry children. Perhaps if I had actually known what hunger was as a child (the way Diane's parents did) I might have been a bit more forgiving.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  But oh, those peas! Even as a baby, at the age where you can shovel just about anything into them and they will ingest it, I am told I spit them out with great gusto. Its the only vegetable I WASN'T forced to eat, once I got to the table. Luckily, now we can joke about it. Last weekend mom was visiting and we took her to a very nice restaurant. The dish I wanted to order came with asparagus (another green veg Ive never liked) and as I negotiated a substitute with the server, I told her "I just don't care for cooked vegetables and I brought mom along to verify it" Mom nodded and said "give her something else - do you have any overcooked green beans back in the kitchen?" (ever the joker, that mom). The server was most gracious and brought a lovely risotto instead. (And got a big tip!)

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  1. re: Cheflambo

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    I've seen starving kids and they would have loved your liver and onions.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                2. my mother was a good if not adventurous cook. but then, in the 1950s food wasn't very adventurous in america. most of her stuff was palatable if not delectable, some things better than others (excellent roast chicken, horrible chili). but the absolute worst were two items which showed up at dinner much too often. one was something called "swiss steak," a sort of braised round steak swimming in canned tomatoes, greasy, absolutely flavorless but so tough a chisel wouldn't crack off a piece. the other was macaroni and cheese WITH MUSHROOMS! the mushrooms were bad enough - i did not eat them until i was in my 20s - but the cheese sauce was like soup. the whole thing was like a bad wet dream. i like m&c now, but it has to be dry, very dry. and save the mushrooms for something else! no swiss steak, thank you, in fact i have not eaten round steak in at least 50 years. i don't intend to start again.

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                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  1. re: rkscher

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Swiss Steak - UGH! It's been about 35 years since I've had to eat that stuff, and I'm darn proud that it isn't something I would cook!

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    1. Spam... We always had it in the house. My dad was in the army when I was a kid, so he loved the stuff. And my mother had grown up in Korea during the war where they had received it as rations and learned to incorporate into their diet. I had to eat it American style - cold white bread sandwiches and fried as a side to eggs for breakfast and Korean style - in kimchi chi-ge or stir-fried with cabbage.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      1. Ah, another one I now remember (was at work earlier). Corned beef (still cant eat it today, and STILL have a grudge over my long dead grandpa, not only for this, but thats OT)

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        I was at my grandparents house in Oconomowoc Wisconsin, and my grandmother made corned beef. I must have been about 7. I couldnt, it gagged me. (not really understanding why parents used to think their kids would fake gagging), well in due course I refused to eat it, as I couldnt swallow it. So I had to sit at the table ala Mommy Dearest (the movie reference gets better) all night, then was finally after what seemed like an eternity sent to bed. The next morning I awoke, and was coming downstairs rather hungry, and saw my grandfather making corned beef hash, and actually adding my unused plate to the mix.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        I snuck back upstairs and hid in my grandpas closet. Everyone was calling for me, my mom was freaking the hell out, after about (hours it seemed) they even called the police and I heard my mom crying, which made me come out.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        When I told the police why I was hiding they were trying not to laugh and were actually quite nice. My grandfather was not so pleased, said I would be sitting at the table all day, all night, I WILL eat what is served to me. While it was usually my mothers practice as well she finally relented told my grandfather that I was more stubborn than he is and took me and my brother out to eat (to let us all cool down).

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        To this DAY, the smell of corned beef (and usually boiled cabbage as well) makes me nauseous.

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                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        1. re: MelissaC1

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          If I responded to every item here that I remember, my post would be a book. I was the pickiest eater ever born. My mother was a great cook, but I was 15 when she passed. We are Scandinavian so the food was rather bland. I hated almost every food listed above and now enjoy almost all of them. The 2 items that I still cannot eat are creamed corn (I will gag at the first smell) and the hot cereal we ate in the morning, that was put in the bowl and when we added milk it floated like a rubbery cow pie.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          What is strange is my 3 special items my mother made for me that I liked were chicken livers, fried with salt only, sliced cold cow's tongue sandwich, and what they called blood sausage. The blood sausage came in cardboard cartons (we lived across the street from a meat packing plant), and I think it was cow's blood that she fried and sprinkled with sugar.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          I just remembered the Spanish rice we had back then, white rice with stewed tomato's on top.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          1. re: otps

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            I love chicken livers :) my mom never made them when I was a kid, I think that is why I might like them so much now. I never even knew people ate them until one day I was out to dinner with my husband and ordered fried chicken tenders, and they served me fried chicken livers (it was the blue plate special that night) I took one bite and went "WOW these tenders taste weird" ... really good flavor like bacon, but this is not chicken I called the waitress over, and asked if she made a mistake, and she did, she said Oh I thought you said chicken i/liver/i I said I would keep them because it was good, plus they were only $3.99 lol

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Moral of the story, always be willing to try new things, these were great! Deep fried chicken livers are now a treat for me.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            1. re: gryphonskeeper

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              My mom used to make "Lizzards and Gizzards" for a special treat -- fried chicken livers, gizzards, and hearts. My brothers always found someplace else they needed to be, but I was happy.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              1. re: pikawicca

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                When barbecuing chicken in the summer, mother would freeze the "innards." Then when she did fried chicken, she'd do the gizzards and livers (don't know where the hearts went, which I love now.). She and Daddy loved the livers and my brother and I the gizzards. Mmmm.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                1. re: c oliver

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  I like the hearts too C-oliver. and I found the Vietnamese store in Manchester NH has them by the pound for only $1,99! I buy them once in a while and saute them with butter, onions, garlic and red wine. They are to die for!

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              2. re: gryphonskeeper

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                I love gizzards- not sure how I came to taste them at first but when we grill a bird, DH gets the neck and I get the gizzard, adn consider myself ahead in the game. I make broth out of them and when they're tender I eat them out of the broth with a skewer, one at a time, adn then save the stock for a nice soup where nobody knows it was made with gizzards. Nobody's ever noticed anything was 'off', by the way.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              3. re: otps

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                I'm half Danish. Loved the cow tongue! Frikadeler and red cabbage are still a favorite. With that being said, I have to say, my great aunt always made sure nothing went to waste. I think it was from having to make due when Denmark was occupied during WW2 among other things. Somehow, though, she always made the leftovers really appealing, You never felt like you were eating leftovers.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                1. re: rHairing

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  I never knew cow tongue was a dinner oddity until in my late 20's....the only way I've ever had it is boiled with carrots and onions. Horrified my coworkers with the thought of chasing people around with the tongue held in both hands and making slurping motions - never actually did that, but coworkers figured it was something I might really do...

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            2. Baloney sandwich...To this day, my father claims I "asked for it"...I sure did! Nasty! I sat at that kitchen table for 3 hours, refusing to eat the gelatinouspinky "meat." Just thinking about it, I can almost smell it...

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                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              1. re: Bunnyfood

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                I too never liked bologna, and won't feed it to my children, along with most other processed meat. Sorry, there is no part of any animal in existence that looks like that!

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                1. re: gryphonskeeper

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  My best friend growing up would eat "fried baloney" -- the slice was warmed up in butter in a pan before being put on the sandwich bread.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  1. re: somervilleoldtimer

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    have you ever had it? fried balogna sandwiches were my favorite as a kid..... especially with ketchup, which i hated as a child except in this sandwich

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    1. re: kubasd

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      I learned about fried bologna when I worked at a deli and one guy always ordered it on his egg sandwich instead of ham. We used to laugh at him, then one day when it was slow, we made some for ourselves and couldn't believe how good it was. I don't like regular bologna much, but this was great. Now my husband loves it too, I make it for him on the weekend whenever there's some bologna left from his weekday lunch stash. But it's more than warmed up, I cook it until it browns on the edges.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      1. re: coll

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Fried is the only way I can stand bologna. :)

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    2. re: somervilleoldtimer

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      There's a restaurant somewhere in rural Ontario, Canada, called the Goofy Newfy (owned by a couple from Newfoundland), and on their menu is "Newfy steak"--fried bologna. So, now you can call it Newfy steak, and it doesn't sound so bad after all, hahaha!!!

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      1. re: Full tummy

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        yeah i hate plain bologna.... won't touch it, but fried? count me in!!

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                2. I was just on the phone with my mom. She told me something that I didnt remember doing. When I was in 2nd grade, I brought a bag of food to an asian kid at my school. Even though they were probably better off then we were.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  All those starving stories apparently got to me.

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                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  1. re: MelissaC1

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    You didn't! Oh, that's funny. I wonder what the kid thought? Probably nothing, but his parents probably weren't pleased!

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  2. My mother was a great cook, and this dish was probably very good, BUT she made sweet and sour tongue (Hungarian style), and the sight of this gigantic body part used to make me cringe. You can cover it in any sauce you want, and cut it into whatever shaped pieces you want, but the texture of the meat, and the tiny bumps on our tongue are much larger and more pronounced, so....but I did get to take chicken paprikash to school while the other kids had bologna sandwiches on white with ketchup!

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                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    1. re: jnk

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      JNK, you won't believe this but I actually am fond of pickled tongue. My parents (also Hungarian) cooked a lot of organ meats which I wouldn't eat, but I still like cold pickled tongue with fresh, homemade cole slaw & potato salad and a platter of sliced tomatoes on a very hot summer day. Go figure, to each his own. I have never made this for my family (my kids wouldn't touch it!) but occasionally order this in a good deli. Also very fond of chicken paprikash, stuffed peppers, stuffed cabbage, goulash, other Hungarian specialities. All things my DH and girls wouldn't touch with a 10 foot pole!

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      1. re: Diane in Bexley

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Hi Diane-
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        I realize I didn't say this but I did like the taste of the tongue, it was just the texture. When it comes to chicken paprikash, sweet and sour stuffed cabbage and stuffed peppers, I still eat them. There used to be a Hungarian neighborhood on the upper east side of Manhattan where you could buy the freshest paprika and with some of the best restaurants, but of course as rents rose, all of these places disappeared.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        1. re: jnk

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          I did try beef tongue, that was smoked. It tasted a bit like a smoked pork chop, but with finer consistancy. Still, I could not help but think of those poor cows going, "m-u-r-f-f-f... " in the fields.


                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        2. re: Diane in Bexley

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Tongue is a wonderful meat. I do realize I dissed Jello upthread, so I am taking a chance. For those who have not indulged, tongue is a wonderfully delicious meat. Must agree with Diane in Bexley! Never was forced to eat it as a child(whence come a lot of our food antipathies!), but really worth a whirl if you're looking for good beef flavor.


                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          1. re: cayjohan

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            I'm w/ you. I too never had to eat it and really enjoy it as an adult. In Finland, tongue is served cold, sliced thin w/ a sour cream dill sauce. Just ate a lot of tongue (lingua) tacos in Austin in Feb.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            MMMMMM, tongue, finger lickin' good!

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        3. re: jnk

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Yes! Chicken Paprikash! That's great eating.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        4. canned asparagus. in the 70's in japan we didn't have fresh asparagus so we ate them out of a can or should i say my mom ate them. i was about 6 yrs old and i remember being curious. tired one bite and it was off to gagging in the sink.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          goose and duck udon-a few yrs later my mother really got into making udon with a goose base instead of using bonito. she would boil it like chicken soup. she would use duck too. i just remember the fatty gristle and meat in the soup that would make me gag. my sister and father would go for seconds and thirds telling my mom how delicious it was. i remember telling them i was eating in the bedroom b/c i didn't feel good but actually going to my room and dumping the contents of my bowl out the window. around this time mom was into making brown rice mixed with white. horrible! sadly, to this day i cannot eat goose or duck w/out gagging. thanks mom!

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          1. 10 years of summer camp; incld. 3 as a counselor subjected to the worst prepared lunch food ever.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            HOT pb&j sitting in a brown bag while we hiked
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            WARM bucket tuna fish served on lukewarm white bread
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Room temp chocolate milk............ah.......the memories!

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                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            1. re: HillJ

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              The warm bucket tuna image really got to me. I've never been a fan of tuna melts precisely because warm -or hot - tuna makes me sick. Now add in bucket tuna to the the whole warm thing and we've REALLY got a party goin' on.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              1. re: flourgirl

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                flourgirl, for years I couldn't hold an ice cream scoop without flashing back to warm bucket tuna...it was god-awful.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              2. re: HillJ

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Warm PBJ from a camp sounds awful, but interesting enough (unlike a tuna melt ick), grilled pbj is pretty tasty (bring lots of milk to drink)

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              3. Even though a lot of the posts brought up things that made my lips curl a little, I think I could still eat the food mentioned. What I absolutely, positively cannot eat as a result of childhood over exposure is VELVEETA. It. Does. Not Resemble.Cheese.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                The most revolting dish I recall was a salad of chopped iceberg lettuce, canned pineapple bits, a Miracle Whip dressing (so far, I'm not thrilled, but okay with the ingedients) and then comes the heavy-handed(really heavy!) dose of cubed Velveeta. For protein, you know. The salad would never be consumed completely, thus it would wait in the refrigerator for the next day's lunch. How many esses in the word "slime?" What is the color of ooze? Second day Velveeta salad? I'm having flashbacks as I type. Yack.


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                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                1. re: cayjohan

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Eeeewww, cay. Thanks for the details '-). You had me gagging at the canned pineapple (which can be a-ok with whipped cream, but in a salad? that's just wrong). The only cheese in salads I can handle are feta in choriatiki, a nice crumbly blue with some sliced pears & toasted pecans over mixed greens, or fresh buffalo mozzarella and summer-ripe tomatoes in a caprese.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Cubed velveeta. Oh my. I feel your pain.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                2. My mother couldn't cook. To quote a writer I can't remember, the best you could say is that she made food not raw. Actually very not raw. Everything was cooked to death. Liver was green. Chicken was usually boiled to an unrecognizable state. But worse than that (if there is anything worse) she became obsessed with nutrition and started making weird vegetable loaves. She would mix vegetables like turnips and spinach in the blender and then bake them. It might sound like it has possibilities, but it didn't. Then there was a while where she got into the idea of stewed organ meats (heart and lung) which was beyond disgusting. I used to basically pretend I wasn't hungry, feed little chunks of meat to the cat under the table, and rush next door to my grandmother's after "dinner" to get something to eat.

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                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  1. re: Judith

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Whew boy. Lucky for you that grandma was next door.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  2. My mom has never been a very good cook so I'm not quite sure where to start here! But the two that most quickly come to mind...she went on a quick of making "monk fish" that smelled/tasted AWFUL and she made something she called "Cube Steak" that was covered in plain old Hunts Tomato Sauce. It was terrible.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    1. Creamed carrots. To this day I wont' eat cooked carrots in anything.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      The worst thing I ever ate as a kid tasted just fine at the time. Mom made this Lileks-worthy dish that consisted of hot dogs split lengthwise, stuffed with cheese, wrapped in bacon and broiled. I loved them. Once I came home early from school, found all the fixin's and decided to make my own.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      The problem was that I wasn't allowed to use the stove or oven. So I made them and ate them raw. With uncooked bacon. In retrospect it makes me shudder.

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                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        1. Had to be boiled or steamed okra. If you didn't stab it with your fork tines and just tried to pick it up on the fork it would slip-slide into you lap. Proabably the slimeiest most revolting food I have ever experienced.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          1. We lived in a very small town and I remember my parents having canned asparagus one night. My Dad made my eat three long limp, barely green, yucky things. I remember actually wretching at the table. I think that was the exact moment when I began hating all forms of canned veg.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            But that was not the worst. I went to stay at a friend's and her mom made this connoction of cream of celery and cream pea soups with tinned tuna served on dry white toast. It was a really big privelege to get to stay over and my parents warned me that I had to eat whatever was served. I did manage to eat a small portion using the old forkful followed by a glug of milk method.

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                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            1. re: pengcast

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              As a child the canned asparagus was one of our better vegetables! My brother & I would pretend to be baby birds, hold the asparagus high above each other by the larger end, and lower it to the awaiting baby birds mouth to be consumed. We enjoyed the ick factor of imagining them to be worms...
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              I prefer my asparagus in a non-canned fashion these days - but it is still one of my favorites!

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            2. Hey Smileelisa...and all other readers,

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              When I was about twelve years old, a camping trip was arranged for me to go along with my best friend, and his family, in their AirStream trailer, to a No. Cal. lake. My hosts, the MacGuyer family, hailed from West Texas.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              From my parents, I was given the correct admonitions that for the time that I was camping, I was to eat everything that was placed in front of my pubescent ravenous maw.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              And, for one week, for EVERY lunch, I ate SPAM, ( sliced straight from the can ), with Miracle Whip dressing, and canned crushed tomatoes, on Wonder Bread.


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                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              1. re: AndyP


                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                That sounds like a great friend and ex-partner. He loved to plan the menu for our remote location photo shoots. It only took me a few months to convince the clients, and him, that even though camping, food could be great. I think that he gave up on Miracle Whip and its counterpart, Durkeee's Famous Spread, when I had my wife cook, and then freeze some excellent meals.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Same for the freeze-dried junk in a vacuum-sealed bag. I do not do "grey food." Instead of Tang, I replaced the OJ with fresh-squeezed, and the clients never looked back. He complained about the cost, until the kudos started coming in. After an assignment, or two, we never had grilled bologna, but Boar's Head deli-meats, and the price be damned.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                I also added a small Honda generator, to power the Margarita mixer, and the rest was history.


                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                1. re: Bill Hunt

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Hahaha - with a Margarita, everything tastes good! I've never understood why camping should include bad food. Especially since everything tastes better in the wilderness! All that fresh air & exercise...

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  1. re: Catskillgirl

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    catskillgirl, as an adult camper sure; love campfire food and the outdoor experience....but as a lifelong day camper (as I illustrated briefly upthread), lol-food that should be served refrigerated or packed properly for children and was by my experience done poorly and w/little regard to proper food handling--that was a nightmare.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Fresh air and exercise, food properly packed is heaven.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    1. re: HillJ

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      I work as a sea kayak guide in the summer, w/ 3and 5 day trips along the Maine Island Trail. Great food is my trademark. There is always room for more wine. I carry the wine and my clients don't stray.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      1. re: Passadumkeg

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        You are my kind of trail guide, passa..I've learned a few tricks myself since childhood. Altho wine on a land trail can make for slow passage :) Enjoy!

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      2. re: HillJ

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Yes of course food that's not stored properly is worse than no food at all. That hot pb&j had me shuddering!

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        1. re: Catskillgirl

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          cats, I was just giving you a hard time :)
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          listen as awful as it was then...makes for great laughter and campfire stories now.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          enjoy your sunday!

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          1. re: HillJ

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Now you've given me a big smile! I remember the first time I went camping for 2 weeks with my new hubby. I wasn't familiar with the area we were travelling to, so I brought SO much food. I remember while unpacking and setting up DH very seriously said "Oh No! You forgot the kitchen sink!" I swear I had everything else. I didn't realize there was a grocery store not far from the park. *G*

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          2. re: Catskillgirl

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            I purposely leave my PB&J sandwiches on the dashboard in the summer so they get all melty, one of my favorite on the road treats.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            1. re: coll

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              all I can say is...wow.. :)
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              dashboard PB&J...on purpose

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              what a concept.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              1. re: coll

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                I did that once, but by accident. It got "all melty" down the defroster slots. It took me a long weekend to clean it out with all sorts of brushes and rags tied to sticks. Could not get the smell of Welch's out of the Pontiac for months!


                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      3. Interesting, to me at least, it was brussel sprouts, beets, asparagus and spinach. These were all canned, jarred or frozen. Once I had "real" beets and grilled brussel sprouts, I realized what I had missed, because my mother only knew Bird's Eye, or the canned variety. However, I still cannot find anything good about asparagus or spinach, that is not fresh. To me, cooked spinach still reminds me of lawn clippings that have moldered in a trash bag in the Southern Summer. Raw, I love it. Cook it, and the memories come flooding back to the point of upper GI illness.


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                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        1. re: Bill Hunt

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          I don't know how I forgot the beets! Bottled pickled beets! My mother loved them, but we detested them. I also hated asparagus cooked to mush, and I wasn't too fond of brussels sprouts either, although I wouldn't put the sprouts on my most-hated list. (Always loved spinach in all its forms.)

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          I like borscht, so I thought, hey, maybe I might like beets now. So I recently decided to try a new beets recipe from the web (that I cheated on and used the microwave to save time and energy, instead of the oven). Beets with carrots in a spicy sauce (brown sugar, cider vinegar, cinnamon, fresh ginger, mace). They still taste like beets, and I still hate them! (And they're messy!)
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          At least I was able to steam the greens and stems, to which I added onions, garlic, some bacon, and lots of pepper - very nice.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          But, Bill, you must try some fresh asparagus lightly sauteed with onions, garlic, and bacon and covered with Parmesan. Addictively delicious!

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          1. re: racer x

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            racer - try roasted beets. I'm not a beet lover but I really like the roasted ones. Not in the least bit mushy. Good served cold in salads.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            1. re: bucksguy14

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Me too- doubt I'll ever order a raw beet salad but I do love beets roasted in foil in the oven or on the grill, the skin slips off, then you can salt or not, butter or not. They're wonderful.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        2. For me, the run-away-from-home-and-never-come-back food was raw onions. It was my mother's fault. When I was around three, I noticed that I appeared to be the only one in the family who didn't know how to lie properly. Any time I told a lie, all of the adults in the family (mother and her parents, my father being Navy, and at sea much of my childhood) would instantly know I was lying and scold me. Yet I heard them tell lies all the time and no one ever even knew they were lying. I'm talking WHOPPERS, and I don't mean the candy!

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          When my mother tried washing my mouth out with soap for lying, she knew that wasn't working when she caught me sitting in the bathtub eating soap, blowing bubbles, and laughing. I think I was four.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          So next time I tried my best to tell a lie people would believe, she dragged me into the bathroom, held my head over the toilet, and shoved a half of a huge raw Spanish onion into my mouth. That was shortly after lunch. Lunch came up, followed by breakfast. I think I was thirty before I could accidently bite into a piece of raw onion without throwing up.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          The insult to the injury was when my father came home from sea. He was one of those men who wanted all rights of master of the house returned to him as soon as he walked in the door. Mother had come to terms with being responsible for my raw onion gag reflex, so she used to take my tossed salad out of the bowl before she added the raw onions for the rest of the family. But when my dad was home, he required I eat raw onions! And if I gagged, I got a spanking. The really unfair thing was that my brother hated string beans and was NEVER required to eat them. Why? Because my dad hated them too.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          No. I don't think I was an abused child. My childhood, unlike most of yours, took place in the 1930s and 40s, and things were "just different" then. "Spare the rod and spoil the child," was probably the most quoted Bible verse of the time. And it turned out my parents were pretty good examples of how not to raise a child. But my mother's parents were the opposite. They were my saving graces! I did have one bit of luck with my dad. When he was home, my mother NEVER cooked liver and onions because he didn't like them. And neither did I!

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                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          1. re: Caroline1

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            aww thats kind of sad! never would of thought as an onion as a substitute for soap.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            1. re: asiansensation007

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              My neighbor used to put vanilla extract in their mouth and make them stand in the little space between the fridge and the wall for a couple of hours, wonder if they hate everything vanilla flavored now?

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          2. tongue -- even the smell sent me running...

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            1. Like many others, we were required to at least try the liver Mom made for Dad once. Stunk up the house, and none of the kids actually ate anything that night other than what we had to force down our throats.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Mom made liver for my stepfather once and I could smell it before I walked into the house. Ran upstairs, changed, and hollered for my youngest stepbrother to "Come ON! We're going to McDonald's!" and we hightailed it out of there. He paid he was so grateful to escape.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              The other was lima beans. Usually served as succotash with canned corn, which I would eat, but the limas would get pushed around or mashed and eaten (buried) under a mound of mashed potatoes until they were mostly gone.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Canned beets - once. Even Mom declared them horrid.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Otherwise - it was the rule in our house you took a small spoonful of whatever was served (no diner cooking in our house!) and ate it. If you were still hungry, you could make a PB&J sandwich after leaving the table.

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                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              1. re: LindaWhit

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                I love canned beets with vinegar! Mmmmmmmmm MMMmmmmmmmm

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                1. re: gryphonskeeper

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  I believe you're referring to pickled beets, which I also love! Canned beets, on the other hand, are another animal altogether, and not an entirely pleasant one, at that!

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  1. re: redearth

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    I remember eating canned beets, and I remember there being pickled beets, but I don't remember eating them. What I do remember eating was the hard-boiled eggs people were always putting in the jars with the pickled beets. Oh, my, I love those purple pickled eggs.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    1. re: revsharkie

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      I was back in college as a Viet Vet and the GI Bill $ had run out and I looked in the cupboard and all that was left was a can of beets. With some buddies and beer, we dressed in black, blackened our faces and in the mid-of-night snuck in the back of the local trout hatchery and netted some mighty fine rainbows ($100 fine per fish if caught). Christ those fish were good. The beets made me do it.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      My mother -in-law passed away a couple of years ago and left us w/ a couple of cases of canned beets. I slowly use them to supplement my own borscht and in red flannel hash.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Canned beets still beat c-rations.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      1. re: Passadumkeg

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        What? This is CH! Have you forgotten?! HOW DID YOU PREPARE THE TROUT???

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        1. re: Sam Fujisaka

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          I love trout. In fact I just bought 3 fillets tonight.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              2. Frozen fish sticks on Friday nights...Yuck. I hope they are made much better now...

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                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                1. re: taxi

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  There are some frozen fish sticks you can get at Costco that aren't too awful bad, plenty of fish and a nice breading. Still, they're fish sticks. :)

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  1. re: taxi

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Oh, I'd almost managed to suppress *that* particular memory! Fish sticks. With ketchup to try and kill the taste. Life was so unfair - we ate fish every Friday, being Catholic. My mom sometimes gave us the choice of tuna salad or fish sticks. I'd always beg for the tuna, which I loved on toasted rye bread with lots of dill pickles. But since I was the youngest (of many) my vote didn't count too much.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    To add to the unfairness of it all, my parents would always go out for a delicious fish fry. While we children suffered through those fish sticks.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    1. re: Catskillgirl

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      now, were you traumatized for life 'cause of it?
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      can you not eat tuna or any other fish?

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      1. re: daylight

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Nope, I love tuna. I'm not a huge fish fan, but it's not because of the fish sticks. *G* I was just PO'd because our parents got the good stuff!

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      2. re: Catskillgirl

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Yummmm, crunchy Gortons fish sticks with left over spaghetti with tomato sauce. These kids nowadays don't know what they're missing. No, I'm not being sarcastic.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      3. re: taxi

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Now, this goes back before most of you were probably born, but some early frozen fish sticks were actually quite good. My wife often marveled, when I would actually request them. One hurricane, we cooked up a 48 pack, in case the electricity went out. The storm hit, but was mild. Fortuantely, because I had eaten the entire batch by the time that the weather folk put the storm to bed.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Nowadays, I still try to find something along the lines of fish sticks, that is edible, but have not found any. The processors use "trash fish," and then bleach them to white. Next, they bread the heck out of them, and put in seasonings to hide the taste. Really poor.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Believe me, when I say that there WAS a time, that Mrs. Paul actually used real fish, and not "imitation processed fish by-products."

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Let me also throw anything that should start with a "C," (can you say CRAB?) but now, it starts with a "K," like krab. At least there is a warning on the box - the K.


                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        1. re: Bill Hunt

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          I don't have a package handy to look at, but I'm pretty sure the ones I got at Costco were actually fish, all one fish, and not trash fish. :)

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          1. re: Morganna

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Interesting. To this day, I will still succumb to the old memories, and try ____ Fish Sticks. I have been dissappointed since about '75, but still will yield, once every 3-4 years, just in case. We have Costcos, and I shop there about once per week for wine, so I will look. I've had some very good meat, though not with the regularity that I like, and some good frozen seafood, again without the necessary regualrity. I'll see what they have. Is is Kirkland brand?


                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            1. re: Bill Hunt

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              I can't remember but I don't think it is a kirkland brand. I'm trying to call the bag image to mind and I think it was light blue, that's not much help. :)

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              1. re: Bill Hunt

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                I make a Jamie Oliver recipe for baked fish sticks, using grouper. It's terrific. Quick and simple, too.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            2. re: Bill Hunt

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              I used to love the fish sticks served at early grade school around '70 or so. They were more of a square shape than the Groton's and similar you find today. Taste was great. Oh, that somebody would go back to whatever bread/fish combo that was.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              1. re: broncosaurus

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                i'm another one who has fond memories of those fish sticks. the "fish" was actually a solid piece of meaty & flaky whitefish, and the breading was thin & crisp. we considered them to be a treat! in fact, i recall it being a big deal when we discovered some in a friend's freezer & heated them in the toaster oven as an after-school snack.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                1. re: goodhealthgourmet

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Yeah, they really were delicious. Odd how they've passed into the food ether; I'd guess there would be at least a niche market for the old-style sticks.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  1. re: broncosaurus

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    If you see Icelandic brand in your store, give that a try. It's the only frozen fish I'll eat, most of the sticks are solid meat, even their fish cakes are unbelievably good!


                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    1. re: coll

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Thanks, I'll have to give them a try.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      1. re: coll

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Hmmm, doesn't look too good as far as distribution on the West Coast (I'm in LA) is concerned.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              2. re: taxi

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                I get some halfway decent fish sticks from the Schwan's man now and then. We had frozen fish sticks at home now and then, and I don't remember them being excessively awful; but they paled in comparison to the fish sticks they made at my dad's cafeteria. When I briefly worked in the kitchen there, I learned how they made them. They began with a box of "raw cod shims" from the freezer (this was in a small town in landlocked Kansas, so fresh fish was sort of hard to come by except the stuff we occasionally caught ourselves in the lake). They cut them with a bandsaw into sticks about the size of sticks of butter--regular sticks, not those short stubby ones you get on the west coast--then dipped them in flour, then egg, then breading, and then fried them. O, my goodness, those were good.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              3. Anyone care to comment on pickled sausages? I have the designated food cube in the cube farm and one of the current offerings from a wall mate is a large jar of red pickling liquid and sausages. I'm not sure if it's the vinegary pickling liquid of the large letters on the label proclaiming that it's made from beef hearts that's doing it, but they aren't speeding their way out of my cube. We've resorted to slicing some up, spearing with coffee stir sticks and placing a plate in the aisle for the unsuspecting grab-and-munch types, who usually dash off with a frown on their faces.

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                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                1. re: smalt

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Again, I'm setting the way-back machine to 1950, or so, but there was a line of "pickled 'Polish' sausage," that I still would love to find. These came in a 1 gal. jar, and were often found at the grills at some Southern golf courses, and also at many marina cafes. There were similar "pickled eggs," and "pickled pig's feet," but only the eggs were edible. The pickled sausages were quite good, and very spicy/tangy. I probably should not mention these, in case someone out there has read Sinclair Lewis, but they WERE good.


                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  1. re: Bill Hunt

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    The donor of the jar of pickled sausages DID mention that he considered picking up a jar of the pickled eggs at the same time. I had visions of this roly poly older guy tripping as he came off his bus on his way to work and smashing two large jars of pickled items in the heart of the business district. The current jar is labeled "Hot Mamas"....he left the "Big Daddys" with the pickled eggs in the store.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    I don't think we're doing the pickled stuff again, folks!

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    1. re: smalt

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Hey, I'm not THAT "roly-poly!"

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      In the Deep South, I seem to recall many "pickled" things. The "Polish Sausages," were the only things that I found favor in. I tried others, but they left me wanting, though these "other things" did seem popular.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Not at all familar with "Hot Mamas," or with "Big Daddies," but I'm going back to a by-gone era here.


                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      1. re: Bill Hunt

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Hunt: rest easy.....my personal nickname for the roly-poly I'm thinking of is "Furry Ears". Go figure....

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        These Hot Mamas and Big Daddys are tavern-type supplies up here in the PNW...They reside in the commercial-quantity-type places right next to the jars of pepperoni sticks....

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        I dunno, these sausages...the insides look like the grind of meat is pretty fine, but I think I was kind of disturbed by the red dye sinking into the meet and not being just in the skin......the term "permeates" comes to mind...

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        1. re: smalt

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Ah yes, the red dye. Last time that I tasted them was long before I had heard of "Red Dye #2." OTOH, I have been alive, and pretty well, and it's been almost 50 years since I last tasted these.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          I do not wish to think of the "by-products," that may have been involved, but I still recall the flavors - oh, what flavors. I'd guess that there are a dozen organizations, that would quickly ban the ingredients.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Still, we're talking about "bad" things, and not the good ones, so I guess that I got way Off-Topic here.


                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        2. re: Bill Hunt

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Bubba Bill, you can order pickled kielbasa at Chicopee Provisions Co. Inc. at www.bluesealkielbasa.com. Now, where can I find hominy in Lower Galoshes, Maine. Two large groceries, a Wally World, gourmet food shop, and a health food store and no hominy! Stuck in Yankee land, that why I need to Pass a dumb keg!

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          1. re: Bill Hunt

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            I knew of pickled sausage years ago, at my aunt's farm where they also made head cheese which often contained the occasional hair (for flavor!). Needless to say, I never indulged. However, I recently found a meat market (also of MN origin) here in AZ that carries it daily in their store. It's actually quite good, although I couldn't see serving to others unless they were into usual things.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        3. re: Bill Hunt

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          I've been told that I really enjoyed pickled pigs' tails when I was a very young child. I have no memory of that, but I wonder if they fall into your category of all things pickled? I don't think I've ever seen pickld pigs' feet.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          1. re: Catskillgirl

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            ahhh youth! i haven't had pigs' tail since i was young - dad made them with red fermented bean cake and i was much too young to learn how to make them at the time! and pigs' feet, too - he braised them or something. and then there was pig stomach.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            oops. wrong thread, i liked these pig parts!

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            okay...back to the thread....worst foods...um....dad did strange soups....deer brain...phew! turtle (ol' tolstoy was gone one morning....)...i don't do liver of any animal.....giblets yes, liver no...

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            1. re: smalt

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              OK, I've seen the various liver replies, and must agree. Luckily, my mom only tried this about once per year. Some of the other organs never got plated in our house - luckily.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              As for turtle (soup), we did not have this, but once I move to NOLA, it was a constant, especially from Commander's Palace. As an aside, wife tried to replicate it once. She cooked the turtle for days, and I DO mean days, and finally gave up. I took her to Commander's, and we relegated that soup to memory. Sorry about Ol' Tolstoy!


                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            2. re: Catskillgirl

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              I'd guess that the folk in Mississippi got the feet, and the tails were shipped up North... Actually, never saw those, which is surprising, as I did see all sorts of things in jars with some form of brine and seasonings. Still, no tails.


                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              1. re: Bill Hunt

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Had to get all those odd animal parts into us young, once we were old enough to understand what they were and what part of the animal it was, well, if you didn't like it by then, ya weren't gonna like it later!

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Living in an ethnic neighborhood, some of the local stores would carry whole pig heads. Kinda hard to buy with a clear conscience after seeing me go by and pat the snout and say hello to ol "Georgie" or whatever name I had chosen to bestow on the poor beastie.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                1. re: smalt

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  I lived in Hattiesburg, MS, when I was dating my wife. One weekend, she came up from college and went to a local, albeit rural market, to get items for dinner. She was aghast, when she encountered a refer-case full of hog's heads. Now, you must understand that this is a young lady, who grew up in New Orleans, where one was expected to "pinch the tails," and "suck the heads" of crawfish. Still, this was a big shock to her. Luckily, for both of us, this was never on our menus.


                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  1. re: smalt

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    When I was an early-teen, I came home from school one day and my grandmother and the grandmother from across the road were in the kitchen making head cheese! Oh...my...god...! You cannot imagine the smell! I held my breath and barged down the hallway and into the kitchen only to find the two elderly ladies bent over this HUGE hog's head sitting on an oil cloth in the middle of the kitchen table. The two of them bent over the mass that was smiling at me with a grotesque tusked smile! I don't remember how many months it took before I could eat a meal at that table without that haunting memory.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    At the other end of the spectrum, when I couldn't find a suckling pig to roast for Christmas dinner one year, I did roast a whole hog's head to a beautiful mahogany sheen, set it in the center of a holly wreath resting on a huge platter, then had sliced pork loin with apricot sauce surrounding it. A lovely presentation. Can't remember whether anyone ate any of it. After all of the guests left, my husband took it in a couple of big plastic trash bags and dumped it out in the desert for a merry cayote Christmas! Hey, every critter deserves a nice holiday once in a while! '-)

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                2. re: Catskillgirl

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  My mom ate pickled pigs feet all the time when we were kids. Thank god she didn't make us eat them. I think maybe they were rather expensive so she figured it wasn't a good idea to make us kids eat them.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                3. re: Bill Hunt

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Senor Bill Hunt, I think I recently found the pickled kolbasa while taking our son to college in Amherst Mass. They are made in Chicopee Mass. I'll see if I can find out more.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  1. re: Bill Hunt

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    I was just up in Quechee, VT yesterday, and in one of the stores I was in, there was a large barrel with separate containers to "pick your pickle!" They had dill pickles, pickled eggs, pickled beets, and pickled Polish sausage! I thought of this thread when I saw them (but didn't buy them).

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    1. re: Bill Hunt

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      When I was down in LA a couple of years ago, volunteering at the "Hippie Kitchen" in St Bernard Parish post-Katrina, I bought several huge jars of pickled sausages and pigs' feet and donated to the common area. The stuff was gobbled up at an amazing rate. I didn't eat any, but a sniff revealed that they were very vinegar-y. An acquired taste, I think.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      1. re: pikawicca

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        My daddy used to buy pickled pig's feet and I remember that I liked them but haven't eaten them as an adult. Should try them again.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        1. re: c oliver

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Well, let us know how that goes. I've decided that I don't like feet: chicken, pig, no thanks.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          1. re: pikawicca

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            No chicken feet at dim sum??? We ate dim sum for decades before we started etaing them. Now it's a must-have for us. Plus it makes the staff and patrons so happy to see us (Caucasians) eating them :)

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            1. re: c oliver

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              I tried them at a Dim Sum place in the South Bay a few years back. Not for me.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              1. re: pikawicca

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Hey, YOU at least tried them. Neither of us tried them all those years, just KNEW we wouldn't like. And maybe we lucked out and got really good ones. Chicken-feet-virgins :)

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                1. re: c oliver

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  ok now I will have to try them next time I go out for Dim Sum...my curiosity is piqued!

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  1. re: c oliver

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    The ones I tried had no taste, whatsoever, just chewy, gelatinous, crunchy ick.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    1. re: pikawicca

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      We will definitely meet in SF and have some. Except for the bones, which you don't eat anyway, I've never had anything that was "crunchy."

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      1. re: c oliver

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        The only time I had chicken feet at dim sum it was kind of a mess with a weird tasting sauce, and the dish was all fat, gristle, and bvone, nothing that i"d like to gnaw on like a nice pork baby back rib. But that may be the dim sum equivalent of big old baby back ribs. I may try them again some day, maybe at a different restaurant.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    2. Cooked Celery in ANY CASSEROLE..terrible

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      1. Someone else mentioned creamed carrots. Why my mother "creamed" things was, and still is, a mystery to me! She would serve corns, carrots, peas, lima beans, all creamed. YUK! How do you even do that? I don't think it involved milk. It tasted like vegetables coated in wallpaper paste. And it looked even worse than it tasted. Did I eat it? Had to.

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                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        1. re: danhole

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Oh yes, the creamed dishes. In Home Ec classes (early 70's) one of the first dishes we had to master was the ubiquitous white sauce - thin, medium and thick. Because nobody would eat veggies unless they were creamed, don't you remember? *G*

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        2. Given the number of traumitizing experiences, is there a field of psychology/psychiatry dedicated to adult survivors of food issues? Seems like there should be sub specialities in liver & onion aversion, etc. Just kidding.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Wonder what the next generation will say of the worst food they had to eat as kids? Chicken McNuggets? Eating whole meals in the car en route to band/soccer/la crosse/piano/violin lessons?

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                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          1. re: Diane in Bexley

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            I have actually given this some thought. I am afraid that what my son will have to say is not that I made him eat anything terrible, but that I didn't cook every night and when I did, we had dinner at some god-awful hour.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            1. re: mercyteapot

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              But does he complain about it now? After all, when we were kids we KNEW we were being tortured with liver and onions. (Or whatever.) In our house, the problem isn't eating take out or eating late or in the car, but I do sometimes let my son eat dinner when he's on the computer. The only one who feels badly about that is me. As long as your son is eating healthily, don't beat yourself up about it too much.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            2. re: Diane in Bexley

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              No, I'll bet "these kids today" will remember the chicken McNuggets with great fondness! They'll probably have such awful memories as being forced to eat a home-cooked meal that included vegetables. The horror!

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              1. re: Catskillgirl

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                "These kids today" are already thinking with fondness of Chicken McNuggets. See "Supersize Me" or "Fast Food Nation." The nostalgia is built in, thanks to multi-million dollar research and "kid-friendliness."

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Yes: the horror!

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              2. re: Diane in Bexley

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Wasn't there an entire chapter in "Portnoy's Complaint" dedicated to this aspect? I do agree though.


                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              3. Fortunately my folks weren't into torture via cuisine; I didn't *have* to eat anything I didn't want to. I wasn't spoiled; no one would cater to any of my passing finickiness; I could take something or just have less to eat. One thing I did *HAVE* to 'eat' as a child that I despised was this bright pink stomach medicine when ill (it was prescribed, but kinda like pepto bismol I guess??). Sometimes I had to take it twice because I would instantly wretch up the first dose.

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                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                1. re: bootsandscoots

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  I used to get the pink stuff too and it never did anything except make me sicker. To this day the mere thought of that stuff makes me a little queasy.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                2. Worst food ever as a kid was frozen fish. I don't care what "kind" of fish it ever was originally, it was all nasty once it got frozen and had whatever mom did to it done to it.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Second up would be rolled oatmeal. I can not eat it to this day. Steel cut oats are great. The other stuff makes me gag.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Next would be any canned vegetable, followed closely by those frozen blocks o' veg - remember those? I used to be forced to sit in front of the night before's congealed cold vegetables at breakfast and yelled at as I didn't eat it then, either.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  What did these people think they were doing in trying to force us to eat this garbage? Had we actually been hungry I'm sure we would have eaten it gladly, but they fed us too much and then expected us to eat as if we were living through a depression.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  I'm always so happy people don't do this to their kids anymore.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  1. A fried egg for breakfast.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    1. My father had a thing for hominy which I absolutely hated. It's not like it was a common thing on our dinner plates but it was there maybe once every couple of months. I hated the stuff but I had to finish every single, puffy kernel before I could leave the table. I honestly think Dad just enjoyed torturing me with the stuff and thought it was amusing. My Dad grew up very poor in Cincinnati, OH. There were times when all he and his 12 sisters and brothers ate for weeks at a time was beans. Every now and then his mother would toss in some hominy or a ham bone to mix it up a little. Hard, hard times. Dad has never forgotten where he came from. The hominy was a reminder to him of those times and a jolt back to reality if he ever felt 'too big for his boots'. It still tasted terrible, lol.

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                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      1. re: blakta2

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Hominy. I love it, when folk complain about grits. Most will fawn over polenta, 'cause it's so cosmopolitan, but grits!?! Now, I am not a big fan of most preps of hominy, but once the lye-soaked corn has been dried and ground, well, I do love my grits. Or, should I say "polenta," for all of my non-Southern, cosmopolitan friends.


                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        1. re: Bill Hunt

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          lol. I thought that the "grit" was the hard little white kernel in the puffy corn itself. At least that's what my Dad taught me. I thought the little kernels were removed in order to make the grits.I didn't think they dried and ground the whole corn. Now I've never minded the grits and in fact quite enjoy them with butter and honey or maple syrup and a splash of milk or half and half. The hominy itself though I just couldn't stomach. I can taste it still. It's not as if it were a rancid flavor or anything but a strange taste I just can't quite explain.