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first off that drinking someone else's moucas made me gag. Growing up we had two refrigerators the "front" for food and leftovers and the "back" for drinks. If by some mistake or necessity food was put in the "back" refrigerator it wouldn't be touched for months. When i was fifteen and about to leave to go out with my friends my mother made me clean out the "back" fridge. Someone had made American Chop Suey roughly 3 months earlier. When I opened it the elbow macaroni had turned purple and there were several varieties of mold growing. However, the most disturbing part was that it was moving. I wabted to throw the whole thing out but my mom made me empty it and then clean out the pan it was in. I threw up for five minutes and everytime I smelled it I threw up again. And thinking about it, I may throw up again.

Like many others, most of my 'bad food' experiences were as a child of a mother who was a 'bad' cook. She hated cooking, and it showed. Now, this was in the '50s, when all those 'convenience' foods such as instant mashed potatoes and "TV dinners' were very popular. She would make recipes she found on the tins or packages, and they were usually 'yuck'. And, I, too, was forced to sit at table until I had eaten everything on my plate. I remember sitting there for hours on end most nights, and when my parents finally decided to let me go to bed, they stuck the plate in the refrigerator and served it to me, cold and dried out, for brekkie!! I threw up so many times, but all that happened when I did was I was punished for doing so...as if I had done it purposely. I especially despised tinned peas, and do so to this day. Very 'unpatriotic' of me, I know, but the texture and taste raise my bile. Of course, tinned peas were 'on the menu' at our home several times each week. I also hated junkets and gelatine desserts, anything 'slimy'. I seldom minded not getting any dessert. I did learn to cook early on as self-defense. Luckily I had two grandmothers who were wonderful, 'old fashioned' cooks, with totally different ethnic backgrounds, so I learned the entire gamut of 'good' foods from them. I was so happy when I was able to leave home, as that meant never having to eat any foods I despised ever again. (My parent's didn't mind my doing the cookery, but the ingredients available were always their choice.) I would rather go hungry than eat something I dislike. Oh, and I grew up to be a chef. (There IS a happy ending to this story.)

Well... after I had a lot of spinach from the TUB I bought... I was digging in for a little more and I found a couple lady bugs... so I am pretty sure I ate a couple - oh, love that protein...

@dont_like _liver , I was going to relate Lutefisk myself what a horrible dish texture, smell, flavor nothing works alone or together some holiday dish that one is, it must be to remember how hard life use to be,.
Here's a few others:
1. the band-aide my wife spit out from a spoonful of Ben &Jerry's chocolate fudgey something. We dont eat much ice cream here anymore unless its home-made
2. during the annual week-long all saints fiesta in a village where I lived while in Mexico; the barely warmed piece of a chicken foot with a claw attached, on a sopes I didnt see it before I bit into it thanks to Pacifico Lager-vision, couldn't eat the rest or the beef sopes either there was also lots of FRESH beef after a semi hit a bull on the highway they even set up a hamburger stand
3.Mexico again; the rusty washer and piece of poly-twine in my machaca at a fancy hotel on the beach in cabo named after El Presidente
4. While living in Indonesia I ate all my meals at a friends warung (resturant) and I was going barefoot on this day and I went into the kitchen to talk to the girl who was the cook and upon stepping into the kitchen my momentum was such that it took a few steps to stop without slipping I noticed I was kinda sticking and sliding on the floor and the substance was oozing up between my toes nothing was spilled this was the way it always was (it was not water soluable they swept the floor with a greasy broom) as a friends wife saw me come out to the dining area and knew what I had done by the look on my face , she said " you dont have sandals on do you." even the finest americanized hotel resturants there are like that.
5. At the very tender age of about 7 or 8 I was served rare liver by mom and staring at the biggest cluster of veins in the liver eye to eye and told to stay at the table til I ate it so I waited about an hour til dad "lovingly" forced me to eat it and I brought it back up instantly on the table for a vote never had to eat liver again but at least I got an ass wooping for wasteing food. have another drink dad.
6. My wife is Japanese so as no suprise, She likes fermened (I call it putrified)squid entralls they come in a jar so you can see the suspect food(?) I did try a small bite and it tastes just like rotten squid guts and I did puke it up
7.A friends wife cooked up a pheasent he had bagged. He gave it to her with the head and feet removed and plucked in the field,he told her to finish cleaning it and cook it up for dinner so she did just that [ can you see this one coming ?] well dinners on and its sliced and served all are eating not the best but edible he asks his wife what kind of stuffing she made as he had never had one with rice in it ? the last he heard before getting violently ill on the spot on the table was "Rice, what rice ? I didnt stuff the bird." none of the rest of us could eat anymore, but we made it to the bathrooms and outside to lose it , couldn't blame him

How about these? Hard Core Sustainable Sushi These won't be going into my Teach a Man to Fish event. Sorry Charlie.

First off, WAY too early in the morning here in the Northwest for this topic...

Fried brain sandwich in St. Louis. Apparently it's a local favorite there. I took one bite by accident, and really couldn't eat anything else for the rest of the day.

And dont_like_liver mentioned Lutefisk? Oh yeah, a totally disgusting but necessary evil if you grow up in a Scandinavian family like I did. I don't know what's worse, the taste or the smell, which can hang around for days. (Actually it looks pretty gross, too).

No food stories to share. But the phrase "MY senora" is starting to make me pretty queasy...

Funniest.Thread. Ever! :p

Surprised no one mentioned Lutefisk.

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another vote for the bacon......

Bacon for breakfast is so last year. My vote goes to Candied Bacon Strips!

My vote is for the Candied Bacon, obviously.

I vote for the popcorn cup with apple cider sorbet! Great concept!