One food item disliked???

LIVER

For Me it's Salmon. I just don't like it.

Fred V.
Smyrna,Ga.

For me it is absolutely cubed smoked bologna. Can't stand the stuff, yet every eggfest I go to it seems some dude keeps shoving a pan full of it at me trying to get me to eat it. :woohoo:

I all seriousness, for me it is cabbage - cooked, raw, or otherwise I just can't eat it. Kimchee and sauerkraut are the worst. Funny thing is that I really enjoy a good cole slaw, but that is the only way I can stand it. The purple stuff is even worse.

They are demonic!

bacon wrapped chicken livers. i picked that because i didnt try the beaver livers that were once offered to me. chicken liver wont go down the pipes no matter how long i chew on it. now liverwurst on the other hand is great stuff, ill take that over bologna anyday the only thing that will get me sitting on a hopper holding a bucket is lettuce, love the stuff but just cant eat it, ill pass on it and eat fidels share of cabbage, especially the purple stuff

Now that is an interesting twist. For example...I like slaw, but not kraut. I like bread and butter but not dill pickles.

Anything with artificial grape flavor. I can smell it a long distance away and it literally makes me sick.

i'll try anything.

i think appreciating a food is a learned behavior. and that any dislike can be overcome.

closest thing to abhorring something was olives. when i was a small boy, maybe, 5 or 6, i ate a can (yes, i know, 'canned') of those ubiquitous black olives while sitting in front of the fridge on thanksgiving day.

i got sick. don't remember if i threw up, but it sure felt like it.

since then, i gagged at the thought of an olive. like getting sick on creme de menthe or jagermeister or strawberry daiquiris. hahaha

but i always knew somehow it was really just a case of my brain telling me they were poison or something, like some reptilian reflex guarding my ancestors against bad berries.

twenty years later, having dinner with my (now) wife, the waiter placed a tray of beautiful looking olives on the table. i mentioned my 'dislike' for them, but said it really was not very intelligent of me to think i now really am disgusted by a flavor that i once really liked. mind over matter. so i picked one up and ate it. and since then i have been 'cured'. hahaha

i firmly believe all food is essentially the same to everyone's tongue, and that it is how we deal with it in the brain that decides whether we like it or not. it's psychological.

in other cultures, they eat things we gag at, and we in turn eat things that disgust others. lobsters are LITERALLY bugs. but we freak if someone eats a scorpion. i wouldn't feel too comfy eating a scorpion either. but i eat lobster.

i firmly believe it's all learned behavior, and changeable. at least in my (NS)HO :laugh:

i almost (almost) have my wife eating stinky feety cheese. the stinging, tennis shoe, musty, insole-flavored bleus can really be a challenge, but they are really good

what about crunchy paella?
hahaha

Makes sense. Kinda along the same train of thought of something being an "acquired taste".

Growing up I hated broccoli, but only because it was a vegetable and was culturally portrayed as a nasty necessity. Now it is one of my favorite vegetables.

LIVER

same here. my mom cooked broccoli til it was floppy and grey. hahaha

now we eat it (my youngest LOVES broccoli) almost every other night. the trunks of the stuff can actually be BETTER than the pretty little florets.

got a broccoli story.

ca. 1980, dinner time, interior of a split-level house somewhere in New Hampshire. Family sitting around the table, end of the meal. my brother, the picky one, says "what the..???" and points out small white bugs in the broccoli on his plate. three, four, five or them, not just one.

i look at the (very little) remaining broccoli on my plate, and saw a couple white bugs myself. ...my other brother, and my father found some too. except that we had eaten the vast majority of the broccoli.

my mother, sheepishly, says "i noticed it earlier, but i didn't want to say anything." hers was GONE, too. child of the depression. hahaha

anyway, getting back to "mind-over-matter", my dad always told me "if there's something on a menu you haven't ever tried, well, that's what you order for dinner."

not yet but would try it, a few years back i was served some type of what looked like raw barnicles down on one of the little islands south of abaco, moors island by someone speaking some foreign english dialect, couldn't understand a word so not sure what to call it except delicious