I am surprised that no one has mentioned the absolutely worst thing. That is food served at school consisting of mashed yams or sweet potatoes with melted marshmallow on top. Nearly made me throw up in the second grade. Tried them again when I was 23 or 24. Just as bad. Seal eyeballs would be a close second.
CHAT What was the worst food you had to eat as a kid
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hunybee
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I was an adult the first time I had that. I was brought up that one eats whatever is placed in front of them when a guest in someone's home, and did it with a smile and gratitude.
That certainly made the list of "not unless I am starving and there is nothing else"
ioujc
MARANTHA!! Even so, come LORD JESUS!!!
Yup! My mother couldn't cook either!
If it was meat, it was cooked to the consistency of shoe leather>>>>burned and stiff as a board. But liver and onions was her "specialty" dish>>>>>tough and burned>>>and tasted like chalk.
As an adult I have learned to cook liver and it is delicious! Pan fry on each side long enough to turn light brown and then serve immediately>>>>tender, still somewhat bloody and has an awesome steak flavor!!
I was constantly accused of being "to lazy to chew" as a child>>>>>meat that has the consistency of leather just gets BIGGER AND BIGGER when you chew it! It even had burned splinter like ends making it hard to swallow with out scraping your throat.
Vegetables were cooked in the liquid from the can and they were ALWAYS store bought. BLECK!!
Finally, steak which was fried to death was a weekly treat. I hated it until my brother came home to visit from college and showed me how to oven-broil a rare steak>>>>loved it every since!
Now a days, after learning to cook myself, I love most vegetables >>>>except for turnips>>>>perhaps if I was starving, but otherwise NO!
I will also always remember the carrot cake mom made that had LOTS of egg shells in it! And it happened TWICE!!
It AMAZES me how she COULD NOT cook!! She was basically a stay at home mom who grew up in the 20's and 30's>>>>HOW did she not know how to cook??
If it was meat, it was cooked to the consistency of shoe leather>>>>burned and stiff as a board. But liver and onions was her "specialty" dish>>>>>tough and burned>>>and tasted like chalk.
As an adult I have learned to cook liver and it is delicious! Pan fry on each side long enough to turn light brown and then serve immediately>>>>tender, still somewhat bloody and has an awesome steak flavor!!
I was constantly accused of being "to lazy to chew" as a child>>>>>meat that has the consistency of leather just gets BIGGER AND BIGGER when you chew it! It even had burned splinter like ends making it hard to swallow with out scraping your throat.
Vegetables were cooked in the liquid from the can and they were ALWAYS store bought. BLECK!!
Finally, steak which was fried to death was a weekly treat. I hated it until my brother came home to visit from college and showed me how to oven-broil a rare steak>>>>loved it every since!
Now a days, after learning to cook myself, I love most vegetables >>>>except for turnips>>>>perhaps if I was starving, but otherwise NO!
I will also always remember the carrot cake mom made that had LOTS of egg shells in it! And it happened TWICE!!
It AMAZES me how she COULD NOT cook!! She was basically a stay at home mom who grew up in the 20's and 30's>>>>HOW did she not know how to cook??
PghPanther
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Cooked spinach..........that steaming heap of slimy veggies...........you might has well just have taken a big pile of flehm from your nasal cavity and served it up on a plate....
I still get sick thinking about it...........
I still get sick thinking about it...........
bracketquant
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Ricky Martin, or one of the originals?
psychgirl
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My Old World parents made me eat everything Mom made, period, no discussion.
Which really is not a bad thing as I have no aversions to eating anything.
The worst event as a child however is when I first saw a whole beef tongue being boiled in a big pot.
Which really is not a bad thing as I have no aversions to eating anything.
The worst event as a child however is when I first saw a whole beef tongue being boiled in a big pot.
Txkstew
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My Mom was a great cook. Only problem was getting her to cook. I'd be the one pestering her to get up and start. I'd then stand there mainly to make sure she didn't quit. Now I'm a pretty good cook myself. She did figure out what foods us boys refused to eat.
Now the only things I wouldn't eat, was Garbanzo beans, or Liver. She cooked them for my Dad. Both have a funky, grainy texture.
Dad liked cow tongue, too. Mom would pressure cook it with onions and celery, then peel the skin off. I like it cold, with mustard on a deli plate. It's tender that way, and like fine grain roast beef. A whole tongue cost as much as two thick Ribeye Steaks now days.
Now the only things I wouldn't eat, was Garbanzo beans, or Liver. She cooked them for my Dad. Both have a funky, grainy texture.
Dad liked cow tongue, too. Mom would pressure cook it with onions and celery, then peel the skin off. I like it cold, with mustard on a deli plate. It's tender that way, and like fine grain roast beef. A whole tongue cost as much as two thick Ribeye Steaks now days.
My mom was a great cook except when it came to tuna. She made tuna salad with big chunks of onion, celery, and sweet pickle (which I detested). A large portion of this was plopped onto a bun, covered with a slice of American cheese, or maybe it was Velveeta, whatever. She then stuck it under the broiler til hot and bubbly. Kids, don't try this at home!
wobble
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Not to offend, but,...being raised inside MK TBMC circles, I and a selected few other kids were forced to eat regurgitated navy beans in front of the rest of the kids at a day care when I was in the second and third grade. The beans came from the fat, angry, bulldyke beeotch that was handling all the kids during our walks through the low, sandy grounds around the creek in the forest behind the day care.
But beyond that horror, I hated Mom's tapioca!
But beyond that horror, I hated Mom's tapioca!
psychgirl
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wobble
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Mk Ultra/Trauma Based Mind Control.
psychgirl
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Redcat
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Cauliflower. All three of us kids would puke. Mom was a good cook, so who knows why we all hated it. She once tried to fool me that it was mashed potatoes, and I barfed at the dinner table. That was the last time she tried to serve it to any of us.
And as adults, we all still hate it. I know that's rediculous, but I cannot eat it, even in a soup or salad.
And as adults, we all still hate it. I know that's rediculous, but I cannot eat it, even in a soup or salad.
TidesofTruth
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Rutabaga in milk, Cabbage in milk, liver
Army food...
The big regional difference was grits vs. creamed beef (SOS).
Southerners would take a bullet before they'd touch that $#it...but loved them some grits.
The reverse was also true.
The big regional difference was grits vs. creamed beef (SOS).
Southerners would take a bullet before they'd touch that $#it...but loved them some grits.
The reverse was also true.
I truly don't remember anything that was a problem. I come from a long line of good cooks and good eaters I guess.
I wasn't the only one who thought so. Both Mom and Grandmas' had great reps inside and outside the family.
If there's probably one thing I wouldn't venture unless pushed, it's likely sushi. Raw fish sorta goes against my nature (unless it's pickled), but if it was there and that's all there was, what the hell. Not a problem. What's a few parasites among friends.
I wasn't the only one who thought so. Both Mom and Grandmas' had great reps inside and outside the family.
If there's probably one thing I wouldn't venture unless pushed, it's likely sushi. Raw fish sorta goes against my nature (unless it's pickled), but if it was there and that's all there was, what the hell. Not a problem. What's a few parasites among friends.
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When I was growing up, we always had lotsa shrimp. Hundreds of pounds at a time...
I got sick on beer battered shrimp at 7-8 years old...coming out my nose sick.
To this day, beer battered anything is not my favorite.
Tequila shots have the same effect.
Anything that goes down your gullet and comes out your nose is just never the same.
I got sick on beer battered shrimp at 7-8 years old...coming out my nose sick.
To this day, beer battered anything is not my favorite.
Tequila shots have the same effect.
Anything that goes down your gullet and comes out your nose is just never the same.
forpetesake
Senior Member
Chop suey out of a can, also meat loaf that called for an ENTIRE bottle of ketchup in the recipe.
Chef Boyardee pizza. Hated it. Plus any meat she cooked was well done shoe leather. I would not eat the pizza, or the strawberry shortcake dessert we had every Sunday. If mom cooked pizza, i would make PB&J.
Found out at 12 that meat could be cooked other than well well well done. Never looked back. Started working in restaurants at 13 washing dishes so I could eat something other than my moms cooking.
Found out at 12 that meat could be cooked other than well well well done. Never looked back. Started working in restaurants at 13 washing dishes so I could eat something other than my moms cooking.
cyberiot
Rimtas žmogus
Fresh beets are actually quite good, especially made into soup. I almost missed out because my only exposure as a kid was to those ghastly canned pickled thangs.
Bumblepuff
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psychgirl
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Yeah.
Like the time three years ago I came down with the worst stomach flu I’ve ever had in my entire life....fever. Both ends.
Lying on the floor with towels.
When you see green beans shoot out , THATS sick!
Hmm.
Come to think of it, I really don’t care for green bean casserole anymore.
***adds that to the thread***
db cooper
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Worst food as a kid? Chicken guts!
We were poor, Mom would buy whole chickens as a Sunday treat. She'd give me the heart, gizzard, neck and wings and tell me how good they were. My older brother would sit there and snicker as she told me this. Mom would say this practically every time we had chicken, one time the brother laughed so hard tears came to his eyes. Finally I asked him what was so funny, he said I was eating the chicken guts and other parts no one wanted. I've never eaten that nasty stuff again, including giblet dressing.
We were poor, Mom would buy whole chickens as a Sunday treat. She'd give me the heart, gizzard, neck and wings and tell me how good they were. My older brother would sit there and snicker as she told me this. Mom would say this practically every time we had chicken, one time the brother laughed so hard tears came to his eyes. Finally I asked him what was so funny, he said I was eating the chicken guts and other parts no one wanted. I've never eaten that nasty stuff again, including giblet dressing.
wobble
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Last time I had that I was a kid and I was so looking forward to the crispy onions and the mushroom sauce. I took a few yummy mouthfuls and then took another and.....A LONG HAIR was wrapped all around it. Like a ten or fifteen inch hair.
NEVER AGAIN. The mystery that made it even more disgusting was to WHOM did the hair belong to since NO ONE had long enough hair to lay blame on the shedder!
cyberiot
Rimtas žmogus
Overcooked spinach is disgusting.
Melt a generous dollop of good butter in the bottom of a big pot over low heat. Add one bag of fresh prewashed baby spinach. Put a lid on the pot and heat until spinach is just wilted. Remove from heat, stir. Add salt, pepper and freshly grated nutmeg. Serve.
Variations: Top spinach with fried onions, feta cheese, or toasted pinenuts.
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db cooper
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OMG! I just love pickled beets. The wife makes them from a recipe given to her by my dearly departed Aunt. The recipe has lots of cinnamon in it.
Meemur
Voice on the Prairie / FJB!
I found a partial answer: the women's magazines, where some of our moms got their recipes, left out steps and made a lot of assumptions about the cook's basic skills, such as meat needed to be patted dry or it wouldn't brown in the skillet. I'm fairly sure that my mother never even heard of browning. I know that she never heard of draining the grease from hamburgers. Ugh.
We ate a lot of chicken dishes. For some reason, she didn't ruin chicken as badly as beef and pork.
cyberiot
Rimtas žmogus
I hereby bequeath to db cooper my full and proper share in this life of pickled beets, especially canned ones. To this I set my hand and seal this eighteenth day of January, 2022.
coloradohermit
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All the way thru school I hated tater tots. I haven't eaten one since I finished college almost 50 years ago.
Meemur
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Today, there are much better books and cooking shows than there were in the late 60s when Julia Child was the rage. Her version of French cooking contained many steps, some of which just weren't doable for unskilled cooks. One of her recipes for duck had a solid two pages of steps, as I recall.
If my mom had been able to watch youtube or even America's Test Kitchen, she would've improved immediately. That was her other problem: she couldn't follow written instructions all that well. Never did her mother. They mostly lived on sandwiches when another cousin wasn't around to cook for them.
I'm guessing that both my mother and grandmother missed the basics in home ec. I know that both went to high school, and that was a required class for women. I'm not sure what happened.
If my mom had been able to watch youtube or even America's Test Kitchen, she would've improved immediately. That was her other problem: she couldn't follow written instructions all that well. Never did her mother. They mostly lived on sandwiches when another cousin wasn't around to cook for them.
I'm guessing that both my mother and grandmother missed the basics in home ec. I know that both went to high school, and that was a required class for women. I'm not sure what happened.
psychgirl
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Oh I’m really sorry about that!
I love “all things crunchy salty potato”!!
psychgirl
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My grandma was not your “classic grandma doing wonderful things with the oven”, type either.
There’s not a thing I recall her ever cooking or baking that was great lol!
That’s ok; she had other gifts and I miss her, sorely.
SouthernBreeze
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I've never been a picky eater, but there are two things I can't stand. Beets and fried liver. Mom used to fry the chicken liver with onions, and it would make me gag. Dad loved pickled beets, but I was never made to eat any. I couldn't get past the smell, although, I did take a sample bite ONE time.