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My mother used to make rice and pasta for the same meal and cover with a beef stew and red beans...I used to hate it!

Stuffed green bell peppers. Bitter!!! I hated them. Doesn't matter what she stuffed them with. To this day I can't stand green bell pepper. I always use red, yellow, or orange.

Meatloaf and chili - hated the smell and texture.

Stuffed green bell peppers with soggy hamburger meat.

Ditto on the stuffed bell peppers. I would smell them in the oven when I came in the door so I would just go straight to my room. No dinner for me that night.

My grandmother would make meatloaf and it was incredible. My mother would make the "same thing" and it was awful.

Super dry meatloaf (literally 99% lean ground beef mixed with raw chopped white onion, stuffed into a 9x5 loaf pan and baked until thoroughly dehydrated) that was made (semi)edible only when each slice was rehydrated with about a cup of ketchup...blech!

Linguine with clam sauce. Now, I could eat it every day, but back then I wouldn't touch it. Also, creamed chipped beef on toast, but I still haven't found an appreciation for that dish.

Liver and bacon. The bacon was there to sweeten what she knew was a hated dish. Instead, it just put me off bacon.

I'm so glad we now know the truth about liver!

My mom always made macaroni and tomoatoes, I hated tomoatoes as a child and I can barely stomach them now in their raw state. I remember if we didn't eat a respecable amount of food we sat at the table until we ate more. Raising 5 children I now understand, but at that point in time it was pure torture!
On the other side of things, I loved my moms homeade mac n cheese. I still crave it!

Sauerbraten!!!

When I would walk up the driveway after school and smell that wretched stuff wafting from the kitchen, I wanted to turn tail and run!! As you may have guessed, I'm still not a fan...

I never liked chicken paprikash. I can't abide liver but we were never really made to eat it. My mom was an awesome cook, and I actually liked salmon patties with creamed peas. Mmmm.

What is it with the liver and onions? I believe it was thought to add "iron" to the diet, but, oh my, it was cooked to the consistency of an old shoe and it just tasted evil. Another staple in my mother's rotation was corned beef and cabbage -- in Boston, it was referred to as a "boiled dinner," which was accurate. Still can't stand the smell of boiled cabbage (which used to waft out of every Blarney Stone in NYC when you walked by).

My mother rarely used any sort of spice, salt or pepper on our food. My worst food memory is of the times when she fixed unseasoned fried (tough) liver. No Thanks! Not even today.

My mother was a pretty good cook-- because she had to be! My grandmother could have figured out a way to screw up Eggo waffles. Unfortunately, I was raised by my grandmother.

Nana had a conglomeration she called eggplant caserole that was created using chunks of raw, peeled eggplant with crumbled saltines, chopped walnuts, grated cheddar cheese and heaven knows what else to create a white sauce with the consistancy of muscilage. Then this mess was baked to within an inch of it's life.

Once plated, it was an assault to the senses. A grayish mass with flecks of yellow under a canopy of very brown crumbs with a black edge would first turn your stomach through your eyes. The next stomach churner was the smell, a combination of hot yogurt and body odor. If you could get it past your nose the texture in the mouth was very similar to something which had already been eaten. The flavor was not unlike something that had already been eaten, either. That combination of salty, slimy, bitter, burnt and crunchy all with a lactic acid hit from the cheddar would really do me in. At least it tasted the same coming up as it did going down. Ooof.

Just thinking about it is causing a fine bead of perspiration to appear on my forehead.

I hated liver too. My mom would say, "It's just beef!" but it smelled and tasted horrible. I didn't like meatloaf either.

But I was lucky--my mom was and is a fantastic cook and baker. She is just adventurous enough to keep everyone pleased, which is an enormous feat.

@ Califchef- I am in tears. Not out of sympathy but from laughter. That is one of the funniest, nastiest food descriptions I've ever read.

I hated my mom's goulash. I won't eat anyone's verison of it to this day.

Wouldn't touch liver either. Dad forced me to try it one time and that was enough to keep me away for the rest of my life.

Salmon croquettes - I have no idea whatsoever why such a good cook like my mum would be so proud of something so thoroughly awful!

Chili. Love it now, but found it revolting as a kid. Especially my mother's version with too many tomatoes and kidney beans.

Stuffed peppers. Soggy, slimy, bitter. Bleck. Although, I was willing to eat part of the hamburger/rice filling that wasn't touching the peppers.

Round steak. Cooked to well-done in a frying pan with only salt and pepper. I used to chew it up and spit it into my napkin. Until I got caught. Then the long lecture about how EXPENSIVE meat is! Round steak??? Expensive? Well, money was tight in those days, but still...