this is the thread where you post your food-trauma's aka things that you will never eat again

I have not willingly eaten Cheerios since.

Yes.

I will never forgive you for the time that you made me puke through my fingers. We are through. It's over. Please stop calling.

-j.

S1ocki: You would have to meet my parents and see how I interact with them to understand. Some fights aren't worth it in my book; way up on the list is the "stop pestering me to eat breakfast because all you've got are those nasty-ass Cheerios" fight.

marshmellow fluff + the flu = no more marshmellow fluff.

banal or not, i will never drink hot damn 100 ever again in any quantity

alcohol-related: it took years for me be okay with ice cream after an incident in college involving vodka smoothies.

BTW, Cheerios okay for me but when Alex ate them when I was pregnant with Julia, I usually had to run to the bathroom to yak. It was the smell... but thankfully no bugs. The dark side of this was that Alex pretty much lived on Cheerios during this era...

Dan, I don't think you were there, but I'm sure I related the story to you...I threw up all over my hallway through my panicked "cover my mouth" response. Amusingly, this was the one time I got interrogated by my mom about what I'd been drinking/ingesting. Of course, the countless other times I came home fucked up out of my skull illicited no such response...

No problem on the "owed" email. I'm trying to envision your mother interrogating you in any way... seems so improbable. Over Hardee's curly fries, huh. Well, it makes a surreal kind of sense.

"...lunchroom mealworm incident...?"

And people wonder why so many kids leave Hastings never to return.

This sounds brilliant. It's supposed to be near 80 tomorrow, which seems enough of an excuse to try it.

i can't also eat lots of sea food, tah looks alive.

I have no problems with horse meat -- my brother-in-law bought me some Pferdeleberkäse (which, although neither liver nor cheese, IS horse) before I could speak German well, telling me only that it was a delicacy that I might not enjoy if I knew what it was. It was delicious, and after he told me what it was, I felt a little guilty and not at all sick. The guilt is no longer with me.

I will never drink hot chocolate again.

then about an hour later, i was puking it all up and it tasted just the same and it was so awful i couldn't believe it. i am never eating that shizz again.

it is not horrific like a peeled ear, it is just COMPLETELY TOTALLY UNEATABLE

also i will NEVER again eat corned beef hash, the most unlikeable "classic" recipe i ever followed

i also ate cat food when i wz the same size as a cat and his meal was just nicely there on the floor in front of me: it wz ok but i never had it since

I got some sort of food poisoning from a Vietnamese seafood soup in Berkeley, but I love Vietnamese food so much that it never slowed me down. I just won't eat at that place again.

Frogs legs are GREAT.

There are a lot of things that I love to eat, but won't bother trying to prepare myself. (Learned my lesson recently with octopus.)

Snakemeat is delicious. Most food is delicious, prepared correctly. Watery deli turkey IS bad, true, but with enough cranberry jelly and stove-top stuffing it makes a satisfying gobbler sandwich, not that it wouldn't be better with turkey sliced off a roast, but if you can't be with the one you love, then love the one you're with. What's everyone's problem with bugs in the cereal? Who cares? I eat more bugs during an average workday than y'all ever dreamed of. And I'm fine.

For I eat with gusto, damn you bet
A regular canine cruncher
Except truth be told I'm sloppier yet
Than many a dog food muncher
I eat a pound I eat a ton
And no there ain't much I cuts up
And while I'm having merry fun
Bystanders puke their guts up.

The FBI sent someone by
Who handles health affairs
I had not finished my cream pie
When he chanced up the stairs
Why did he turn the other way?
Why did he leave so quick?
Will he come back another day?
Did something make him sick?

I eat with gusto damn you bet
A regular doggie diner
"No don't bring me napkins waiter sir,
Just bring some trash can liner."

Whilst wandering by a juice bar
I spyed a tempting beverage
Since I would have been last in line
I used my fearsome leverage
For in my pocket was some food
Which I took from the wrapper
The patrons watched it being chewed
And of course headed for the crapper.

For I eat with gusto damn you bet
For gusto I'm the boss
For yay my nose it is in the salad
And lo my chin it is in the sauce
I eat with gusto damn you bet
We're sailing around the cape
"Keel-haul him," said the Bosun
"There must be no escape."

One sunny day in Paris an elegant cafe
A phone call there a phone call here
And the gendarmes took me away

I said "qu'est-ce qui se passe ici"
I said " mais qu'est-ce que c'est"
They said "Such eating it is criminal
And crime it does not pay."

For I eat with gusto damn you bet.
My banner yay unfurled
My shirt is covered with mustard
And my hair with ketchup curled

Goodby to Egypt, Greece and Rome
The ancient world goodbye.
May squalor be my summer home
And filth be my neck tie.

For I eat with gusto damn you bet.
Uh, And Uh, I eat with gusto damn you bet
My country tis of thee
I eat for social progress
I eat for victory

Somebody died who watched me eat
In a restaurant one spell
He woke up and saw me eating beans
And knew that he'd gone to hell

For Uh, "He eats with gusto damn we bet."
They're calling from the south
They want to stop my gusto
They want to close my mouth
"You eat with gusto, yeah that's great
Now let us off this bus."
Wait a minute I haven't finished eating up stuff yet.
"We'll call you, don't call us."

However, spider boiled in milk and surprise entire bugs in the spoon at breakfast would put me off for the moment.

The thing that did put me off a whole variety of food happened when I was five years old. I had previously regarded enchiladas as one of my favorite foods and looked forward to having it at school whenever it was on the menu. Well, one day I ended up digging into my enchiladas and got some cheese stuck in my throat. The potent taste of orange cheese permeated throughout my mouth and I started gagging. Shortly thereafter, I threw my whole lunch up into a trash can, because a toilet was just too far away. From that moment on, whenever I had even a tiny bite of cheese I gag. Even now I can't eat any sharp cheeses or more than just a tiny little bit of mild cheese. Just the smell of a sharp cheese will make me run to the toilet to throw up.

It isn't at all unusual (as you can see reading through the thread) to associate getting sick with a particular food, even if the food tastes good when you eat it. Getting sick after eating something and tasting it come back up can permanently put you off of it.

I don't know if the bug in the cereal thing would bother me, but the spider in milk sure does. I'm stirring carefully from now on! But spiders have always grossed me out.

Someone else mentioned raw squid. Raw crab is disgusting as well. I ate one bite while in Japan in 1996 and - I say this as a person who loves sushi and sashimi - there are just some tastes and textures that should not be eaten. Then again, someone out there probably loves it.

Whale was delicious but made me feel like, well, a whale-eating asshole jerk who should know better. (I have had it in Japan and in Iceland, the only places that I can think of that serve it with nary a second thought).

Puffin: same deal.

Horse meat: pretty delicious, not sure I'm going to eat it again (cue that obnoxious and obviously fake "X1u X1u" picture)

Re: the spider in the milk it was actually not particularly gross -- it was a leggy innocuous-looking spider, and it mostly just got sympathy for having wound up in such a crap situation. I mean, microwaved and boiled, poor guy! The situation was more disturbing, especially since my cousin claimed not to have seen any spider in the mug when she poured the milk, and suggested that the spider must somehow have been hanging out in the microwave all along -- which made me imagine the poor little spider getting microwaved and freaking out and diving into the convenient pool of milk in an effort to cool off. (Did I mention the spider was wearing a bathing suit?) But so less gross-out action and more just a somber fear: the spiders could come from anywhere! They may have been lounging in the microwave and leaping into all passing dishes! You could check your cup and check the microwave but you still needed one last spoon-pass to be absolutely sure!

Beth I'm sure we all of us eat plenty of bug-buddies every day, but there is a world of difference between incidental leggy bits ground into the breakfast sausage and the thought of chugging on a nice rich cocoa only to find a live twitching daddy longlegs catching on your tonsils.

Also not a fan of beef bourgogne. Pushed it around my plate the night before the start of my final exams. All that grisly meat and onion swimming in oily red wine sauce.

(oh god, "slimy with mysterious chewy bits" is so gonna be on the "out of context" thread)

the only foods that have ever actually made me physically ill to the point of aversion were mayonnaise and olives. i can handle mayo in very controlled circumstances (in tuna and egg salads and in sauces where the other ingredients drown out the taste). olives i can't deal with at all (except for olive oil, and i have had some really nasty-tasting olive oil, but it had gone rancid, so... well, canola is my go-to oil anyway). i can smell THE STINKY OLIVE BAR from all the way across the supermarket and it makes me gag.

same applies to most mainstream deli-counter meats. boar's head is more expensive, but much less scary and your digestive system will thank you.

I had a similar nasty-ass superhangover all out of proportion to alcohol content the first time I had Frankfurt apple wine, but as I'd been warned in advance that this sometimes happens, I didn't develop an aversion to the stuff.

I had my tonsils removed as a child, so I'm sure it would go right down.

Childhod chemo means I do not ever have canned or tinned fish of any kind, except anchovies. Nothing makes me want to barf more than a tuna salad sandwich, which is specially horrible in the UK because people put sweetcorn in with the mayo, which means it looks like it already IS barf (all that's missing is the random tomato skin and flecks of chewn carrot).

Hell yeah, I was a kid in the 70's Norway, when it was a low-price meat (yet excellent if stored and prepared properly), thus regular fare at family's dinner table. Now it's obv very expensive when available at all.

Nabisco's spider was surely an egg that was in the milk all along which was HATCHED ON THE SPOT by the heat in the oven and by then its growth genes were already MUTATED due to the radiation so it got to ADULT SIZE in mere seconds.

Well, when on chemo you enjoy a metallic taste in the mouth 24/7 (like, such fun when you're five) and it isn't nice, so maybe it's a Proustian vom. However, I didn't think mayonnaise was much cop until I divorced it from a component in 'salad' in the US sense eg. mixed with tuna or salmon or in a 'summer salad' of egg mayonnaise mixed with pasta shapes, sliced grapes and small shrimp (my mom's own version, served ice cold at picnics). Those were really gross things to me, as were egg yolks, so I think there is an egg yolk component that makes a chemo patient yak - all you realy want to eat are lean meats, bread and very simple fruit and veg anyway. I didn't shy away from milk or sugary creamy things, though. Also back then there was NOTHING more gross than pork fat, so I have never been able to face Boston baked beans and the cubie of BLEURGH that rests at the bottom of each can. My cheeks are filling up with the mere thought of it.