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Your least favorite meals as a kid

I've never understood why anyone would eat liver unless they were desperate. It's function is to filter poisons from the body — many of which it actually stores (especially heavy metals) rather than disposing of. That's why it's not a good idea to eat anything from the top of the food chain as you get a concentration of heavy metals. Why choose to eat that on purpose? Besides that, the texture and flavour is also revolting.
 
zurb said:
I've never understood why anyone would eat liver unless they were desperate. It's function is to filter poisons from the body — many of which it actually stores (especially heavy metals) rather than disposing of. That's why it's not a good idea to eat anything from the top of the food chain as you get a concentration of heavy metals. Why choose to eat that on purpose? Besides that, the texture and flavour is also revolting.
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You're right about liver. But we were desperate too, keep in mind. My iron levels were dangerously low, and we didn't have the nutritional knowledge then, that we do now. I also couldn't absorb iron supplements because they made me throw up.
 
Hmm, I actually liked liver as a kid. It wasn't something I'd ask for, or that we'd eat a lot, but still, I didn't mind. Actually, I think I was about the only one in the house who didn't mind. I thing I liked things that had a strong or distinct taste or texture. Still do probably.

And I liked peas. With carrots, baked potatoes and a significant amount of some herb mix normally used for spaghetti. MMM.

SameStars said:
The list of food I loved would be shorter, but here's three I hated. Boiled carrots, but raw ones were a favourite. Almost everything that contained fish. One of the few sauces I liked was tomato, but I disliked tomatoes when they still resemble a tomato.
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That. It must have something to with the texture I suppose, or the combination of textures. I could eat raisins for example, but not when they were used in bread or pastries. Same with apples. I still don't like fruit pies or so. Most desserts really. Somehow soups disgusted me a lot too, especially if they had chunks in them, with an exception for spicy asian soups. And the little cubes of pepper on frozen pizzas; I'd pry those off with a big kitchen knife, and then they'd fly off everywhere and it'd be a huge hassle to pick them all up, but... pizza.:)

I just remembered that I was often sent away from the table to eat on my own in the corner and told not to come back before I finished my plate (which I'd then do by emptying it into the huge vase that was standing next to me.) So I reckon I actually was a bit of a fussy eater. Yeah, plenty of fuss about food. I usually didn't mind not eating or just taking the part I liked, but then they'd make me eat all of it and I'd get argumentative, ranting on how it's torture to make kids eat sprouts because our taste buds aren't developed yet (I must've read an article somewhere) and such.

Another recurring complaint was that I didn't eat enough. Or didn't finish my plate, which was a preposterous accusation as I wasn't the one deciding how much was on my plate to begin with. (Aaah, childhood...such fond memories.) I guess maybe I did eat less than average, or I had less of an appetite for stuff. But then we'd have roasted chicken or ribs and I'd eat about 3 times as much as anyone else.
 
Thesaurusrex said:
I could not stand peas. My parents were of the 'you eat everything on your plate and do not leave the table until you're done' era, and eventually resigned themselves to having to wait for me to skin each pea. I refused to eat the little skins.
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Hehe, I skin grapes! :P
 
When I was little I had a long list of things I didn't like..
I totally hated bananas, for their texture only!
I had a difficult relationship with mushrooms, I loved the harder kind and absolutely hated the soft ones (I apologise for this primitive description but I'm not sure how they're called in English, i think there was something about gills, so maybe it's mushrooms with gills and without gills, hmm...), again for the texture.
I hated soup and broth but my parents were insisting as apparently it was good for me, so the only way I could eat it was with really a lot of bread!

I learned to eat now all those things but there is still a little sensory issue going on any time I eat them.

Cooked veggies were my nightmare, hated them!
Onions... both parts - nope!

Well, I was lucky, my mom didn't push me too much to eat things I didn't like and she tried to put to the minimum the things I didn't like. Instead, she tried to cook them in a way I could eat them, so I could have a balanced diet, and only when I was a teenager I could fully appreciate what she was doing.
When we were living for a few months with my aunt's family, she (my aunt) was telling my mom that she was spoiling me and my sister, trying to make what we like... I was terrified seeing how she was yelling at her own kids to eat whatever she cooked, and they were heroes because what she cooked wasn't edible, not for my taste anyway.. :eek:

As for the liver, I actually liked it but only when cooked till the point of becoming rubbery, the soft and tender one that everyone was praising, was just disgusting to me.

The list would go on and on, but you get the idea.. :)
 
gonzerd said:
I could eat raisins for example, but not when they were used in bread or pastries. Same with apples. I still don't like fruit pies or so. Most desserts really. Somehow soups disgusted me a lot too, especially if they had chunks in them, with an exception for spicy asian soups. And the little cubes of pepper on frozen pizzas; I'd pry those off with a big kitchen knife, and then they'd fly off everywhere and it'd be a huge hassle to pick them all up, but... pizza.:)
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Same for me. I used to pick raisins out of the raisin buns and it took a whole lot until I would eat a Sultana, the little raisin snack boxes were fine though. The solution for chunks was blendering. One of the frozen pizza I liked had little frozen cubes of tomato, so I usually catapult those all over the kitchen.
 
I came from a very warped childhood eating program. If a meal was served that I refused to eat like liver that made me gag and vomit to have it in my mouth,it was left on my plate and waited for me for breakfast...if it was a school day,I got lunch there,but my plate awaited me for dinner again. I think the longest I waited for a meal was three days until at age 12 when my mother decided on the nights that I refused to eat what she prepared,I was allowed to prepare an egg as my main course.
There was another game at the table that still gets me upset where if you desired a second helping of food,you had to ask first my father if he wanted what you wanted a helping of...if he said no,the next rule was to ask my siblings if they wanted it. We were not allowed ask for seconds until our plates were clean,but during the dinner game,a sibling could put in their bid no matter where they stood on their present plate. It turned into a fiasco where we glared at each other while hungry and kicked each other under the table. This year at the Christmas dinner,I broke the long-standing tradition where the family stood and stared at the meal and refused to be seated for the meal immediately...I announced that the tradition would be broken and sat my butt down to eat ;)
I did not come from a poor family,my mom was a tiny person and a mom at 15. She did not understand that children need fed massive amounts of food as no one in her family was very big. When my mom was 28,she had five of us to raise. My dad was 16 when my sister was born and 17 with me.
Looking back on it,they were still children themselves when they started and lost a lot of their own teenaged years to us ;)
 
Any type of cooked vegetables (I did like raw veggies) and anything with heavy cream. I still hate cooked (boiled) or pickled onions. As for heavy cream, I still can't tolerate it. Almost every day my dinner ended up in a toilet (thrown away). Thankfully my parents didn't force me to eat food that I didn't like.
 
I couldn't stand to be in the house with roast anything, which was every Sunday. (Although eating was better than the cooking experience.) Also, the stove was horrible. Undercooked potatoes every time. Mushy carrots every time.

Also, anything Asian hated me. Tomatoes literally smell like rotting garbage to me as well. The "literally" in the previous sentence was used correctly.
 
Flinty said:
Tomatoes literally smell like rotting garbage to me as well. The "literally" in the previous sentence was used correctly.
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Correct. I don't understand why young people, especially, use the word 'literally' in nearly every sentence without its proper meaning! So annoying.
 
I can eat pretty much anything, except Marmite! Yuk!
I'm addicted to milk though.. just drunk two pints as I've read this thread :)
 
I just remembered that for years the smell of peanut butter made me gag. No allergies, mind you. It's just that all my sister ate for lunch was peanut butter and crackers (long story).
 
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