The moose one had me in stitches. My mother was the worst cook on the planet so eating her cooking was a nightmare. We had not much money so the meat was always gross. Overcooked pork, tongue, pigs in a blanket, stuffed peppers (the last two ALWAYS made me vomit and I’d have to eat them anyway.) The worst thing we had regularly was fish. All kinds of fish. Always breaded, fried and dripping in grease. The worst of the fish was smelt. They’re a little larger than sardines and she cooked them with the head on. So greasy breaded dead fish that was staring at you. I became a vegetarian at 18 so I never had to eat anything like that again. They were kids during the depression so you had to eat everything they put on your plate no matter how much it disgusted you.
@@debshaw680 sold as bait for ice fishing. A lot would buy them to fry up and eat. As for depression cooking, borscht. Beet stew. You could make it with anything and add to it a few times and keep it going. My dear sweet late MIL knew a few cheap dishes that could feed lots. And nobody else could make them right. Give her good meat, and she’d destroy it. A daughter passed it to me, about do not be afraid to step in and rescue, steaks, roasts, or chops .
The moose meat story reminded me of what I've read of elephant meat: very grainy, chewy, difficult to prepare in any way that made it tolerable for any but starvation rations.
I’m allergic to Tuna, my grandma tried to force me to eat it when on a trip to visit my dad in a another state, thankfully my dad showed up in time and was able to stop her.
my maternal grandfather ate oatmeal porridge every day for breakfast till he died, it would have been fine in my eyes if I didn't have to see him eat nuked oats in too much milk, it looked like a congealed mess, put me off all sorts of porridge for a looong time.
Chilli. My grandmother died and my mother was the executor of the estate. So she had to go to Florida for a month. My father pulled a 5 gallon bucket out of the barn and made 4 gallons of chilli. That's what we ate for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and snacks. We were feeding it to the dog until the dog wouldn't eat it anymore. We had to hide the chilli the dog would not eat so our father would not beat us half to death for feeding it to the dog. Then we found out my father was stopping on his way home from work every day to eat at a restaurant the whole month - just so he didn't have to eat his own damned chilli. What made it worse is that my father was a big fan of barley and lentils. So the chilli he wouldn't even eat was stuffed full of barley and lentils. I'm over 50 years old now and I still can't stand the smell, taste, or even the look of lentils. Just the sight fills me with rage and disgust.
I'm lactose intolerant in denial. Fuck my ass, I love my dairy. That being said, I remember one teacher putting a severely lactose intolerant kid into a headlock and forcing him to drink milk after milk. The kids piled onto the teacher and beat the crap out of her. She got a broken nose, a broken wrist, black eyes, a broken rib, scuffed orbital, dislocated shoulder, etc. More tbh but that's all I remember. The security video might still be online. She got fired before you could say milk and charged with Lord knows what. Attempted murder, assault, idk. This after being dogpiled by 7th graders and having the fear of God beaten into her. I wonder if she's still in jail.
In his younger years, my dad was one of those people who’s lactose intolerant, but didn’t give a shit. If he could get away with it, he could chug an entire gallon of milk a day. And if there was one thing he liked on his food (and still does) it’s cheese. Doesn’t matter what kind of cheese it is.
Ooh boy, do I have a story- When I was 13, I was sent away from home because I did a lot of stupid stuff. I had anger issues, disobediance, depression, the whole nine yards. I was one mishap from jail, and the school resource officer at my school even tried to handcuff me once. So, I was sent to the middle of nowhere in North Carolina to a therapeutic wilderness program. Every day, in the middle of the woods, we had three meals- one was granola and oats (with brown sugar if we behaved well), stuff in our bags that was refilled by a truck twice a week (fruit, packets of tuna and chicken (the chicken was the bomb), peanut butter, tortillas, ramen (with hot water if we were good), and some other stuff. The third meal was beans and rice, spaghetti, or wacky mac, fixed on a fire with some veggies, cheese, and either bacon or ground beef twice a week on restock days. We had nine kids in our group between the ages of 10-15 at the time. We would rotate meals to each person every day, and other people had other things they needed to do in our "meal cycles" like filling water bottles, retrieving stream water, etc. Here's the story of my first meal. I had to make beans and rice with onions and peppers with garlic powder and cheese.This is how it was supposed to be made. We had a big pot that we filled up with water and then boiled on the stove until it boiled. We then dipped the utinsels and bowls in it to sanitize everything. We cut up the veggies and dumped them in for cooking. When they were done cooking, we poured the excess water in the mixture into a hole filter (called a sump) and then mixed in the dried beans and rice, some liquid butter, cheese, and garlic powder. Then it could be served. However, nobody helped me cook, and I never dumped the water. I dumped in everything and made a disgusting concoction that I called "bean soup". That shit was disgusting. Most of us chose to go hungry. That shows how disgusting it truly was, as there were no other food options. Half of the group had diarrhea for a week, and nobody ever made bean soup, intentionally, or accidentally, ever again.
@@starandfox601 They actually did meet nutrition needs. We have veggies, protein, dairy, and grains from our hot meals. We have fruit, grains, and proteins from our packs. We had grains from our breakfast.
My mom, bless her, couldn’t boil water when she got married. Dad, could make angel food cake in a wood fired oven. He taught her enough, and if he would cook we’d both gladly do dishes. Rarely, he would. She loved putting peas and onions in everything. The joke she never heard was that she would have put them in the corn flakes if she could get away with it. A major abuse was mayonnaise, it was always old, thin, bitter and sour. I finally met some in college that was fresh, loved it, had to ask what it was, and refused to believe it. I used to like government subsidies commodities institutional school lunches and would buy hot lunch tickets with my allowance despite being a block away from the school. One summer, staying at grandparents, dad’s mom taught me to cook ( especially pie crust, mom’s was shoe leather). Start of junior high I was made family cook. The power to make my portion without the hated peas and onions!!!!! Holiday rotation we had Thanksgiving, I cooked for thirty. My turkey was moist and flavorful, my pie crust light and flaky. People noticed someone else cooked. When I left for college, mom complained for a good twenty years about losing her cook. Dad had an accident and was disabled shortly after I left home, and started cooking-he had gotten spoiled. Sorry, long but true. I have many food hang ups and hatred from that. My spouse, worse. He was happy to find someone who could cook and would make what liked....
Every single dish my paternal granny cooked me when we went at her home at seaside. I have learnt the most basic cooking skills just to: 1. Being independent when I went to University. 2. Avoid having to eat what she cooks. Just to tell: her lasagna are so bad, the only living being able to stomach it was the extremely voracious German Shepherd we had when I was an infant. Yes, she just is that bad...
This shit my stepmom called “Italian chicken”. It was just a bunch of chicken breasts drowned in a couple bottles of Italian dressing and put in a crockpot for 6 hours. I hate hate HATE. Italian dressing. But she still made me eat it. And ALL OF IT 😭😭😭
I could talk about the roasted spleen... "It's a delicacy!" But I'll tell you about the lungs. The first few times my mother, following in the footsteps of Adele Davis, a healthy nutritionist, made beef lung it was ground and encased in a pastry crust. So it was pretty good. But then, overconfident, she hacked it into large pieces and you could see the air sacs and other things we learned about in science. Not a pretty picture. I'm sure it is very healthy, as all organ meats. I've never eaten udder... It's one she and her butcher missed.
I literally had to stop this video and thank my mom for being able to cook. Never once have I been afraid to see my mom walk into the kitchen. I can't imagine home being the place where you can't eat well (even if you're poor,) and I'm grateful for this little blessing in my life. Both my parents are fantastic cooks.
boiled cooked spinach being all I had of spinach almost ruined spinach for me, until I had raw spinach leaves in a sandwich and just about had a religious experience as a long-lasting hatred of spinach evaporated.
If you boil spinach in a little broth, I prefer veggie broth, and when it’s very hot, mostly drain it and quickly stir in a scrambled egg and stir over low heat until the egg is cooked, it’s delicious. I like to put that over rice.
Same. Only ever had canned spinach as a kid. Same with frozen broccoli and cheese. Thought I hated them both. Just give me raw spinach and some steamed broccoli and I'm happy.
Yep! Mom used to force feed me the crap when I was a kid.......until I threw it back up on the plate one day. My Mom stopped making it after that day. I think Dad lost his appetite seeing that. Ironically in collage I learned to like raw spinach. Also, canned Spanish with Ramen (no spices) and canned corn cooked in a gas station microwave is yummy.🤷♀️
Steam your spinach about half a minute. It wilts in a big way, and it's done. Butter it a bit, salt, pepper, AND VINEGAR. Usually cider vinegar. Spinach of the gods, man. A spinach omelet is fine too.
I was only served this once, but, it was a fake crab stir fry, it was fake crab because we don’t eat shell food because my dad is severely allergic to shell food. Anyways, I hated it, my dad was forcing me to eat it because that’s what we’re having for dinner, until I almost threw up, so I don’t like stir fry anymore
As a poor kid, summers were often hard times since free lunch and breakfast at school weren't available. So I sometimes ate terrible food repeatedly rather than starve. Syrup sandwiches (a layer of syrup between possibly stale white bread) were a classic for quick calories. During a particularly hard week, I had nothing to eat but Ooddles n Noodles and got skull splitting headaches from the sodium overload. Thanks to my mom, food was always on the table, even if you've loss count of how many times in a row you've eaten it to the point it makes you ill. "Moose Meat Stew" had me dying. Once of the funniest things ever heard on reddit.
They started doing programs here where students could go to their schools and get one meal, get it delivered, or eat food at the library. There was a big push for these programs during COVID-19. I’m not sure if they still offer it all. I believe the library still does. The library one wasn’t a full meal, though, juice or milk and a piece of fruit. It sickens me when politicians want to cut funding for these programs. I want our local children and parents to have access to these resources.
@@roxcyn sounds like great programs. But no such thing existed where I grew up 30 years ago. Library was still good for free AC and entertainment though.
Sardine salad. Cut up veggies(cucumber, pepper, etc.)and a whole can of sardines, liquid included. Was forced to eat that for lunch every other day for 2 years.
Just a warning: don’t try this if you aren’t a fan of dairy, you will just hate it more. Two slices of white bread toasted for 4.5 minutes Red liecster (probable spelled wrong) cheese grated finely Put cheese in between 2 toast slices Cut in half width-ways Microwave for 1 minute Serve with cheese and onion crisps, a tablespoon of mayonnaise and a glass of milk. I know you might want to barf reading that, but don’t judge until you try it. It’s actually really good
Rutabagas. Mama is an exceptional cook and I learned so much from her. She could fry chicken and make homemade biscuits and gravy that would make you cry with joy! HOWEVER, she was OBSESSED with Rutabagas. We had them several times a week. Fresh or canned.... and they always tasted like turpentine smells. I just despised them. But I had to eat them and try not to throw them back up. As a teenager and then adult, I have never touched them and just the sight of cans of them in the grocery store make my stomach hurt. As a parent of two girls, any time my girls reacted violently to a food, like gagging or throwing it up, I QUIT FEEDING IT TO THEM! Additionally, I have always been fascinated by how big moose are. The biggest horse we ever had was 17 hands tall and weighed about 1300 or 1400 lbs. I had no idea that there were moose that would tower over that horse!
Liver & onions, split pea & ham soup, cow tongue. I was really fortunate that we were allowed to have a PB&J instead. We had a large garden and had wonderful fresh veggies in the summer-sweet corn especially-which were canned or frozen. Also, we would get a steer to raise for the freezer. Now I can appreciate the fact that they were grass & grain fed, no antibiotics or anything. Life on the farm was pretty good, I miss those days.
My sisters and I dubbed one of our worst meals "Poor man's food." It was canned spinach, canned cream of mushroom soup, rice or noodles and some cheese (I think). My mom left the ingredients and instructions for me, and like normal, I'd cook it and serve it to my sisters. Normally it went fine, but this turned out terribly. We tried stomaching it, but I think we ended up throwing most of it out. And then there was the time we tried bean flower pancakes and didn't know how to prepare it. It was horrible and several of my family got food poisoning.
not something I ate regularly at home but "pyttipanna" at school, afaik there had been some kind of accident so we had to eat a lot of it for what felt like forever, or one Xmas they served an anchovie/potato thing which was made terribly, it's supposed to be creamy and the fish melty, not globs of purplish starch, dry and bone dry fish. I am from Sweden BTW.
My mother would trick us in to trying different things. My brother and I refused after the 2nd time she tried it. The 1st time was frog legs, “kids, it’s just a different type of chicken”. She would tell us after we ate them. I actually would have them once in a while on a seafood platter. Until I seen a cartoon joke someone gave me. It showed a couple sitting at a table in a restaurant. Their table was right by the door to the kitchen. Coming through the doors was a bunch of frogs. Some were in wheelchairs, and the others were on crutches. It was meant to be funny, but it really bothered me thinking about these poor frogs 🐸. The 2nd time our mother tried to trick us, she scrambled some pork brains in with our eggs. The very 1st bite, my brother and I laid our forks down, and told mom that there was something wrong with the eggs. Our sister loved them. When my brother and I refused to eat them, she told us what they were. I threw up. They were horrible. I was 8 at the time, sister was 7 and brother was 6. Never trusted mom after that, unless we knew for sure what she had cooked. Back then, you could get pot pies, 10 for a dollar. To this day I can’t eat them. Sorry it was so long. God bless all. 🙏🏻
@@gigiw.7650, My husband loves pot pies 🥧. He has to bake them & he knows better than to try to get me to take a bite. He found out 21 years ago when we got married I can’t even look at him when he eats one. Also, I was an adult with 3 kids before I could eat macaroni & cheese again. Do you remember the boxes of “Kraft” macaroni & cheese with the packet of powdered cheese 🧀? My mother was a single mother and she was a good mother. But, times were tough back then. Funny though, how my mother would give us a dollar & a quarter to get her 3 packs of “L&M” cigarettes at the store across the street. They were $.33 a pack. Whoever went got to keep the change. I was born in 1954, & grew up on the streets of Detroit. It was just a different, but wonderful time to be a kid. Everyone looked out for each other’s kids back then. I remember everyone would sit outside on their porches and actually take the time to really talk to each other in the evenings. Just to relax, with the kids playing outside. I long for those days. Anyways, I’m glad someone remembered those pot pies. Lol God bless you. 🙏🏻🇺🇸👍🏻😃
Woah, that was horrible. I had frog legs before at a restaurant, they were pretty good. Never had pigs brains. The banquet pot pies are okay, but I only like a few of them: the sausage and gravy breakfast one, and the dessert ones (apple pie and peach pie I believe). I think they’re like $1.59 or something. Sometimes they’re on sale for $1. Homemade pot pie is way better, though.
The very first story is some what similar to what happened to me. My father was having bad heart issues and was being kept in the hospital for a little over a month. My mom would go by Walmart and just buy taco mix packs and ground beef, come home and just fix us a huge pot of it then head back to the hospital. For a full 31 day month we had tacos for breakfast, lunch, supper, and as snacks everyday. Near the end we were getting crazy adding chocolate, ice cream, just about anything to have something different. After that I didn’t eat another taco for about 13 years. Just thinking about a taco would make my stomach turn a little.
Kale. I hated it then, still don't like it. I especially didn't like it the way my father fixed it; boiled to death, seasoned Only with salt, pepper and a hunk of butter. It was served with mashed potatoes which I like Without raw onions, "I had no choice, onions were good for you!" Ugh
Back when I was in middle school, I had a class about what you eat, and how one can eat a more healthy diet. One thing we did was make our own "healthy" food. The first food we made was pizza. I don't remember what we made it with, but it was the worst pizza I ever had, pretty much most of the bad flavors you could put on one. I could only eat it if I was drinking soda (when we took it home). My sister eagerly tried it, only to take a single bite and leave me to throw the rest out. But the second, oh god, was supposed to be chicken and dumplings. No food can ever compare to what this monstrous creation of Frankenstein came out to be. We used very few ingredients for the bread, and merely boiled chicken to get the broth, then simply combined them IIRC. All the while we were creating it, she was shaming a can from the store (like saying stuff in a Kareny-voice "this contains too much sodium!"). The result was chicken-water seasoned flower. I have never had, nor will I ever have, chicken dumplings. I guess it also didn't help that my lab partner showed up late and left without helping me (for which my teacher called him out on, so I'll give her that).
I can't stand peas. If I can hide them in mashed potatoes I can stomach them, but even then if I accidentally pop one it'll make me gag. That and boston baked beans, like the sweet ones. Sweet and beans were not meant to go together.
My grandfather would regularly boil whatever food he was cooking until the water was more nutritious than the food. He would then slather salt and butter on it so that it was at least tolerable.
When I was a kid I kept complaining about wanting something sweet that my dad freaked and forced me to sit on the couch and eat three fourths of a one pound bag of sugar in one sitting
When I was really little, I HATED peas SO MUCH. I’d eat spinach or corn or carrots no problem, green beans were ok, but peas were by far the WORST THING to me for some reason. I now quite like peas, but there were so many dinnertime arguments about me eating my peas (since my dad really only liked peas and green beans, so we mainly had those)
My mothers idea of making meatloaf was to take a blob of hamburger, add chopped onions, shape it into a loaf, slather it in Heinz ketchup, bake it in the oven till it was all dried out and the ketchup was sticky. When my kids were little I saw packets of meatloaf seasoning in the store. Decided to make a meatloaf with it...never thought meatloaf could be so good...put brown gravy on it and omg! Quick, easy, cheap meal for me and my kids...😘
Oyster pie, it was some strange oyster concoction my father made while he was high. I hated it, and was forced to eat it for a week, and was punished severely for refusing to eat it. I haven't been able to eat oysters since.
@@moniboo523 I never had liked stuffing at all,to me and my mom it tasted nasty. One time,we were at a family gathering the main food that we had for lunch was burgers and hotdogs smothered in BBQ sauce. The scent of the food and BBQ sauce overwhelmed my senses and I suddenly got nauseous and it tasted awful. My mom had bought a cake for the gathering,but the cake had no flavor at all,only the frosting/icing had any flavor.
My mum once cooked for hours what was basically red beet stock. With little dough balls. We refused to eat it and she got really mad. Later admitted though that it was disgusting. Years later I luckily learned to enjoy a good borscht.
My mom made chicken and rice often....the rice was never cooked, the chicken was almost always super old (like a year) and freezer burnt, from the back of the freezer, she'd boil it, overcooked to hell and back, and never seasoned. My mom is 'pepper is spicy' white. She dumped a metric *fuck ton* of turmeric on the rice, though, nothing else.
@@AshesAshes44 lol my mom wouldnt let us have sweets or cake unless it was our birthday, halloween or christmas. we were very thin kids! cant say that now lol.
@@asarishepard8171 we went to school in Mexico, a country with an epic sweet tooth-- there was a candy store on campus! At home, the baking insanity started after Halloween when huuuuge trays of treats started being put together. We gave quick breads, cookies, candy, pies, cakes, you name it, it was our family gift. Mom wore out the 'professional' style kitchenaid mixer in only a few years. With that sort of goodie factory in the house a third of the year, plus special occasions, we were fat little kids. We're better now, barring these quarantine fifteen . Good memories!
One time I ate dinner at a family friend’s place (I went over alone to spend the night), and we had salmon and roasted vegetables. The food itself tasted alright; what made it horrible was the fact that the dish was absolutely FULL OF HAIR. Like every other bite, I’d be pulling a long stringy human hair out of my mouth, and I kept finding it every time I moved a chunk of food around. I was hungry, so I just did my best to avoid eating the hair while trying not to seem rude about how bad it was. The weirdest part? It wasn’t the friend’s hair, since hers was short and a graying dirty blonde, and the hair in the food was long and dark. Our friend is really nice, but I’m probably never eating at her place again.
Not in my house, but the daycare I went to frequently had liver to eat. It had an afwul texture, awful color and the taste was horrid, but since I was a baby and then a toddler I had not much choice about eating it. I am now in my early 30s and I still can't fucking stand liver.
These stories make me feel so thankful to have the parents/relatives that I do. My mom has always been a great cook but these people make her seem like Gordon fricking Ramsay.
I am from Newfoundland and Labrador, Canada, where the older generations tended to overcook everything, especially vegetables, because many had no teeth and dental care was poor. Some vegetables I prefer raw (carrots, e.g.), others cooked till tender-crisp (broccoli). Only cook vegetables overly well if mashing.
Moose meat is lovely though and very expensive, at least in sweden. My father in law hunts and I had moose for the first time over Christmas 2019 and I absolutely loved it probably the best meat I've ever tried in my nearly 22 years of life in the UK.
I don't remember my parents or any sets of grandparents ever making any bad meals for me as a kid growing up but I remember when I was younger, maybe 7-8 years old back in 2008-2009, at my elementary school, they served nachos for lunch in the cafeteria. These nachos were cold yet soggy from the canned melted cheese and the meat was super overcooked. The nachos also lacked any spice These nachos were basically a huge insult to all of my Hispanic friends, including me. I still like nachos but I like them with spice and more effort.
My parents made me eat part of an eggplant when I was younger. It was absolutely horrific. I wasn’t allowed to spit it out. I just had to go through the pain. I’ll never forget that moment.
I will NEVER forgive my mom for forcing me to eat cereal with milk those few times. I HATE soggy cereal, it's so disgusting! I went hungry for several days cause I refused to eat it after nearly throwing up from it even touching my tongue. I was a stubborn kid who would rather starve than eat what I didn't like and even after punishments I STILL refused to eat it and then finally she relented that I didn't have to do it but very begrudgingly. Oh, and WHO puts BROCCOLI in Mac n' cheese?? I HATED that! Why can't we just have the broccoli on the side instead? But NO, you had to cook them both and mix it?? Once they were together for me it was completely ruined. But she was just trying to make it "healthier". -_- To be fair though, she made the best enchiladas that I have the recipe for and still make to this day =)
Salmon, for context now that I am older and learned to cook it properly I like it, but it has to be boneless and cut into 4 to 6 oz portions, and served only one day, unless it is in a seafood chowder. If I find a bone, that is fine, more then 2 or 3, game over, I'm done. Growing up an 8 to 10 pound whole salmon was purchased for 4 people about once or twice a year, sometimes we would have other people come over to help eat it, but we always had leftovers that were consumed most defiantly the next day or for a few days after. It was cooked most of the time on the bbq outside seasoned with lemon, salt, pepper and sometimes dill, wrapped in foil. The end result was not that tasty to my tastebuds, the next day was even worse because it was significantly drier then the day before, but it was a more expensive meat and my parents did not like wasting food, so leftovers it was till it was gone or nobody wanted to eat it anymore. I also did not like the smell of cooking salmon and when I smelled it cooking, I knew that I would not be enjoying dinner that night. Upon discovery of frozen portioned salmon we had that frequently when I would come home after work and have a plate of dinner waiting in the fridge, with you guessed it, a portioned piece of salmon, cooked in parchment, sitting on the plate. What was supposed to be a moist piece of fish was dry and inedible, and after repeated requests to leave mine uncooked, I did not mind cooking it when I got home were ignored I simply scraped it off my plate, onto another plate, put it back in the fridge, and ate the rice and vegetables only. I have also hated smoked salmon my entire life, especially smoked salmon chowder, that smelled worse then straight salmon cooking. Yet each time it was made I was served it, told maybe you'll like it today, tried one small spoonful, hated it and did not finish the bowl. It took 6 or 7 years to convince my parents that yes, I hated it, no, I will probably never like it, in fact I don't even like how it smells while it is cooking, when you give me a bowl and I try it, I will not like it, and now you have to throw away a bowl of expensive soup that someone else could have eaten. Please, stop telling I do not know what I am missing, I do, I simply do not like the taste or texture of smoked salmon, please don't make me eat it. I purchased some smoked salmon for Christmas one year for my parents and other people to eat, when I was asked if I wanted to take it home, I said no, you can keep it, I don't like it, it will just go bad in my fridge, I purchased it for you to enjoy so you can keep it and do what want with it. I also had a tramatic experience with salmon when I was younger, I was about 8 and I was not allowed to leave the table till my small portion of deboned salmon was eaten. It took an hour and recall being yelled at several times by my dad.
Tuna noodle casserole: boil noodles until almost done. Drain, dump into buttered casserole dish. Mix in a can of cream of mushroom soup and a can of tuna. Throw in some peas, if you've a mind. Top with crushed potato chips. Cover, bake in a 350 degree oven util done. This was the height of 1960's cooking. Gag-a-licious!
Brussels sprouts at a friends house. I think my mom regrets that day, but I had refused to eat them and she forced me too because "it's good manners", and wouldn't you know, I didn't like them. I don't remember what happened immediately after eating one, but I do remember my mother and I ended up in the bathroom, I was crying and getting scolded. Im more open to trying new foods now that im older, bit I will still never touch those hellspawn greens again, unless im unawares- like that one time with the asparagus I thought were green beans.
My friend Harvey hated beans. His entire family was poor. Poor to the point that if you stayed at another family member's house you brought your own groceries poor. Would refuse to eat any kind of bean AT ALL because that's nearly the only thing they ate when he was growing up. Wouldn't order a soup at a restaurant because it may contain beans. PTSD from beans.
Well to be fair when you’re cooking a hamburger with the bun and everything you’re supposed to take off the buns after 10 seconds and then just cook the burger for the rest of the time that it needs... Usually the 10 seconds will get the button back to normal and will allow you to takeoff the bun because sometimes it sticks to the hamburger
My grandmother, god bless her, would be a fine cook if anything was seasoned. Like, she doesn't even throw in any salt and pepper. The goulash she makes is always rather depressing. The entire dish tastes exactly the same, just with different textures depending on what you're consuming.
My mom will make something really good, then overdo the veggies, even if it wasn't a big amount. I loathe 87% of all the vegetables I've eaten so this really triggers me every time its served. 😤
After listening to this video, I wonder how much our countries over weight problem is caused by not being able to cook. We would be much better off if schools focused on some normal life skills like cooking and finances.
When I was a kid we were poor. My dad's dad was a fisherman and my mom's dad "volunteered" at a farm and would get some meat as payment. My parents exchanged a little of the fish for a little meat. We had various variations of fish 6 nights a week and various variations of meat one night a week. I haven't been able to eat white fish since. A few years ago my brothers girlfriend commented on us regularly putting some cheese on slices of bread and microwave it before eating it. She thought it was weird, to me it was normal and I'd been eating it my entire life for breakfast and lunch. To this day we all do it because we like it. My brothers girlfriend tried it once and then she said she understood. She now likes it too. I just chalked it up to being raised differently, but it wasn't until I saw one of those videos that I realized that we ate it because we were poor. When I was four years old my family spent a weekend at my grandparents house. They have always had this stupid rule that everybody has to finish a glass of milk with dinner. Milk has always made my stomach hurt, but I was too little to explain it. I was forced to sit by the table until I'd finished my glass of milk. I sat by the table all night until I fell asleep at the table. I woke up on my designated bed for the weekend. I later found out that I've got progressing lactose intolerance. Now I can't even keep milk down, it just comes straight back up again. It's only recently that I've been asked if I want a glass of water instead of milk when I've visited them. My dad used to hunt some specific bird for Christmas. As a kid I was forced to eat it because we didn't have anything else. I can't handle the texture of bird meat(even chicken and turkey). I'm autistic and the texture of birdmeat kinda feels like my mouth is both burning and itching at the same time. My parents aren't poor anymore, but I am. Although, I'm still able to choose what I eat. I always buy groceries, and all essentials, for the entire month at the beginning of the month... And hope to god that I bought enough and that there are no surprise expenses. That way I don't really have to worry about being able to buy groceries later in the month and I'll see exactly which essentials I can afford to buy this month and which essentials can wait until next month. That pretty much sums it up, I think.
French toast with vinegar. Mom made french toast but forgot the syrup. I was impatient and got it myself. But at 6, I mistook the apple cider vinegar for syrup. She made me eat it to teach me a lesson about being impatient.
The first time I tried Brussel sprouts my step mom made, they tasted like perfume. I was never a picky kid, I ate about everything. Those brussel sprouts was the *first* meal I didn't finish and spit out
Parboil the Brussels Sprouts for 5 mins, cut in half, toss with olive oil, salt, and pepper, and roast in a pan for 20 mins. You'll be won over by them!
Broccoli, Cauliflower, Egg Plant, Brussels Sprouts and Cheese Casserole from Friday Night Bingo brought home from Friday Night Bingo by my late grandmother when I was a little girl.
My great grandma made almost everything amazing, the only thing she couldn't make was Wiener Schnitzel. And I love Schnitzel to this day, so she made it for me once. It was like a shoesole mixed with old gum and something else mixed in there. It kinda grew when I chewed it... Ew! But I loved her so much, so I ate it all! Afterwards, I excused myself to the toilet and threw it up. Thankfully, she only stuck to her old, good recipies until her death. Miss her, but I like that memory.
I was just making food while watching this. As i season it, the part comes where someone puts a STEAK in a OVEN and i stop dead and almost drop my saltmill as i look at my phone in shock.
For me it was mushrooms. My mom put them in stir fry, lasagna, spaghetti sauce, gravy, steamed with other vegetables, stuffing, sauces.... She just really liked mushrooms, and as a kid, they tend to be high on the gross list. Guess who purposely takes mushrooms out of their cooking now?
Two words: Christmas dinner. I liked it when I was a child, but after about a lot of Christmas dinners, I got very bored of it. So, this year, mum says I can have fish and chips if I want, which I willingly agreed to.
Honestly? Way too many. Not sure when I started, but I have an eating disorder that makes it so damn difficult to eat anything with a strange texture. Brain says no. I don't even know how some food tastes because it comes before I can even process it. Be it mixed textures like you'd have with something with a crunchy outside and a soft filling, or with certain textures my mind deems as unsafe (some being: rubbery like with really cheapo melted cheese, if it has a powdery/grainy texture, I hate how it feels like sand, and, weirdly, any hot/warm drink, feels wrong going down)
Anything kinda slimy hits my yuck meter, so even though I like cheese, anything with liquid cheese is out. Veggies cooked until they're limp? Gag. Canned mushrooms? Puke. Soggy bread or cereal? Choke. Mostly avoided by not overcooking food into mush. Mom was not good at this.
@@annana6098 Same with the melted cheese, the veggies in general, haven't tried canned mushrooms and I do not want to, and the soggy cereal and bread are 120% agreed with. I basically describe it by saying how I LOVE to eat, but HATE food.
Warning if you're eating? Idk. It was only one time but my mum made me macaroni and cheese for the first time when I was four and I told her that if I ate it I would throw up (I have issues with specific textures of food) my mum told me to just try a bit and sure enough I almost immediately threw up. Yeah she never made it again.
Probably the sheer amount of frozen chicken cordon bleu I had as a kid during elementary school in the aftermath of the 2008 recession. I guess it must have been one of the cheapest things those Schwanns truck drivers in our neighborhood sold and we'd have mountains of that stuff in our freezer until after my mom finished her 2nd college degree in 2011 to 2012-ish. I don't know what the heck an actual, well prepared one would taste like, but I don't know if I could handle the flood of memories coming back if I ever tried again. The Schwanns pizzas were alright though, if a bit, er, crunchy.
When i was little my dad made me eat this soup i didnt like. They made me eat the whole bowl and i threw up. They didn't force me to over eat stuff after that and respected when i tired soemthing and said i didn't like it. Other than that my parents were good cooks so I'd even eat veggies. The only foods i don't like are certian soups and beans. Also one time my dad made me a grill cheese. For some reason im not a fan dispite loving cheese but i felt bad so i fed it to my dog lol
My mom was a great baker, but she couldn't cook. Her favorite dinner was barbecued chicken,which she cooked 2-3 times weekly. Not a bunch of barbecue sauce, and undercooked. Gross! My sister and I learned to cook in self- defense.
My siblings and cousins and I were eating dinner in the living room on the floor and my brother put his foot in my food but I still had to eat. I cried for days
When my kids were little and I was broke and working too many jobs, I used to make them ramen noodles with a little frozen mixed vegetables and government cheese. They loved it and didn’t know til they were adults why they got that so often. Now they call it Po’ People Soup and all of them like it for comfort food. They also got a lot of PBJs. When you’re a vegetarian there’s not a lot at the food bank for you so protein is precious. Bean and rice burritos were another staple.
And now worse meal forced to eat as an adult: my son CAN NOT cook eggs to save his life!!!!+ Scrambled or fried, they are not so much eggs, as carriers for pure grease!!!!!!! He's sensitive, and I love him, so I eat them any way.
Hahaha tell him that as you get older eggs tend to upset your stomach unless they’re fully integrated into foods like bread, cake, etc. You’re not lying.
Cheesecake without the sugar... my aunt would make amazing homemade Cheesecake and one day I take the first and biggest slice of the Cheesecake and take a big old bite... and it was the most disgusting thing I had ever tasted. We all had a laugh about it and I helped aunty Brenda make the next one.... she passed away from cancer in 2014... I still miss her alot
My mom would water down the milk, half milk half water. She would also water down the pasta sauce, ketchup, soups, mac and cheese, mash potatoes, and she probably did the same with multiple foods that I never caught onto. It was disgusting. It took a coming to Jesus moment of everyone in the household telling her to stop, it was disgusting and we were tired of watery af food. The 2004 cheese toast, yeah, been there. Little sister was the one to show our family and that's all we freaking ate for a good while. Sister saw it at a friend's house, she didn't understand why they were doing it but thought it was genius.
I think for me it was when my mom cooked eggplant for the first time when I was little. We all hated it immensely and she never bought or cooked eggplant again. Second place goes to eating a bowl of cream of mushroom soup for dinner. Bleh!!
The spoiled turkey sandwich that Mrs. F made me eat on a field trip to the woods behind her house. She had agreed to put some of our lunches in her fridge, but she forgot. She made me eat it, and I got food poisoning. "It's still good" and "just eat it" make me feel so much rage.
Mushroom chicken with spinach. I tried it and it was terrible. Mom realized that Dad accidentally put vinegar in it instead of wine vinegar. (Props to my Mom and Dad tho bc they’re amazing cooks! Also I gag at everything so it was hard to eat it before we realized why it tasted wrong)
Not "forced," more like "suckered." And I was still a teenager when this happened, so it counts. I was treated to a Mediterranean cruise when I gradated high school. My family and I hit amazing stops: Athens (it was sweltering but still so great), we started in Venice, I had an enchanting time and the best octopus I'd ever eaten in Mykonos, and the subject of this story: my very first true pizza Margherita in Florence. The pizza was amazing, but then came the dessert. Cake that had apparently been NUKED by almond or some other kind of nut extract. I do this very particular thing when I think something is up with my food where suddenly I'll slam on the brakes and start lightly picking at it, and I did that like you wouldn't believe. I could never verify if it was the frosting that was the problem, but I didn't care. It remains the least cake I've ever eaten. My family _still_ talks about that cake, which remains the biggest, nastiest culinary speed bump we've ever had on vacation.
There are several different vegetables that I don't eat, but was forced to eat as a child. Cucumbers make me vomit, which means that I really have to be careful in Europe because they throw cucumbers into all sandwiches. Peas taste like paper to me. They are a gross taste that is usually there to ruin a good dish. Finally I once had a watermelon that was so flavorless that it was like eating a watermelon made of rind. I ruined watermelon for me. Growing up suck, dinner wise, because these are some of my mother's favorite vegetables.
Laughed at the moose. My heart broke at the pasta and raisins. And serving cereal with water in a frisbee is not just mere incompetence...there is no words to describe it.
I am the 7th of 8 kids in my family , I knew we were poor while I was growing up but having to feed 10 for supper there wasn't much in the line of left overs usually. Listening to this we ate a lot of the things others seem to complain about we were taught to be thankful that we had enough to eat. The one rule I remember was if you served yourself a plate of food you ate what you took. It taught us portion control.
I have one to add....... My mom thought she was a creative and innovative cook. (errr...NO). My brother and I learned to identify an "Experimental" night and go eat with Gram and Granddad. But one night we got caught off guard and got served......wait for it.....Home Made Cream Of Trout Soup. It was every bit as disgusting as it sounds. Last night's fried trout and fried potatoes dumped in a pot with last night's vegetables and milk added to get it to the "right" consistency, then heated and by God we'd better eat it. My dad wolfed down, but he was always an enabler for Mom so no surprise there. I said I wasn't going to eat it and God himself couldn't make me. My brother just cried. I got grounded for a month (worth every day of it) and no dinner that night (also worth it). I can laugh now but it was horrifying back then. ::::shudder::::::
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The moose one had me in stitches. My mother was the worst cook on the planet so eating her cooking was a nightmare. We had not much money so the meat was always gross. Overcooked pork, tongue, pigs in a blanket, stuffed peppers (the last two ALWAYS made me vomit and I’d have to eat them anyway.) The worst thing we had regularly was fish. All kinds of fish. Always breaded, fried and dripping in grease. The worst of the fish was smelt. They’re a little larger than sardines and she cooked them with the head on. So greasy breaded dead fish that was staring at you. I became a vegetarian at 18 so I never had to eat anything like that again.
They were kids during the depression so you had to eat everything they put on your plate no matter how much it disgusted you.
Ah smelt. Had them too as kid. Headless though. You dont really see them for sale, so they probably just use them for cat food.
@@hwiley8141 thank heaven for small favors! 😆
@@debshaw680 sold as bait for ice fishing. A lot would buy them to fry up and eat. As for depression cooking, borscht. Beet stew. You could make it with anything and add to it a few times and keep it going. My dear sweet late MIL knew a few cheap dishes that could feed lots. And nobody else could make them right. Give her good meat, and she’d destroy it. A daughter passed it to me, about do not be afraid to step in and rescue, steaks, roasts, or chops .
The moose meat story reminded me of what I've read of elephant meat: very grainy, chewy, difficult to prepare in any way that made it tolerable for any but starvation rations.
Meese.
I’m allergic to Tuna, my grandma tried to force me to eat it when on a trip to visit my dad in a another state, thankfully my dad showed up in time and was able to stop her.
TIL you can be allergic to fish
I will gladly take that tuna from your grandma!
@@Thisone95 allergic to our spiritual predecessors
The dish wasn’t that bad itself, but when you eat oatmeal and only oatmeal every day for 10 years it becomes unbearable.
The variety pack is OK, but you had to have a boring pack with a good one...
my maternal grandfather ate oatmeal porridge every day for breakfast till he died, it would have been fine in my eyes if I didn't have to see him eat nuked oats in too much milk, it looked like a congealed mess, put me off all sorts of porridge for a looong time.
Chilli. My grandmother died and my mother was the executor of the estate. So she had to go to Florida for a month. My father pulled a 5 gallon bucket out of the barn and made 4 gallons of chilli. That's what we ate for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and snacks. We were feeding it to the dog until the dog wouldn't eat it anymore. We had to hide the chilli the dog would not eat so our father would not beat us half to death for feeding it to the dog. Then we found out my father was stopping on his way home from work every day to eat at a restaurant the whole month - just so he didn't have to eat his own damned chilli.
What made it worse is that my father was a big fan of barley and lentils. So the chilli he wouldn't even eat was stuffed full of barley and lentils. I'm over 50 years old now and I still can't stand the smell, taste, or even the look of lentils. Just the sight fills me with rage and disgust.
Lentils suck
Wait, your father would have beaten you if he discovered you fed it to the dog? O_o
As a resident of Texas, I find chili with beans to be insulting.
What an asshole of a father
literally what in the fuck
my second grade teacher yelled at me for “playing with my food” and forced me to take bites out of my string cheese
This should be counted as a sin
@@skygard49 agreed it was terrible lol. i didn’t eat string cheese for years after that
They probably got fired from a torturing job
What's the point of string cheese if you can't play with it???
Where they prosecuted for war crimes within the hour after that?
"Hmm. Every time my child, my precious little spawn, eats or drinks dairy he gets explosive diarrhea... 🤔
Welp, GOOD LUCK, SCHOOL!!"
Lemme tell ya, being lactose intolerant in the public school system is less than ideal to say the least. I remember those years vividly.
I knew someone who had a milk allergy and the school gave him water or fruit juice instead of milk.
I'm lactose intolerant in denial. Fuck my ass, I love my dairy. That being said, I remember one teacher putting a severely lactose intolerant kid into a headlock and forcing him to drink milk after milk. The kids piled onto the teacher and beat the crap out of her. She got a broken nose, a broken wrist, black eyes, a broken rib, scuffed orbital, dislocated shoulder, etc. More tbh but that's all I remember. The security video might still be online. She got fired before you could say milk and charged with Lord knows what. Attempted murder, assault, idk. This after being dogpiled by 7th graders and having the fear of God beaten into her. I wonder if she's still in jail.
In his younger years, my dad was one of those people who’s lactose intolerant, but didn’t give a shit.
If he could get away with it, he could chug an entire gallon of milk a day.
And if there was one thing he liked on his food (and still does) it’s cheese.
Doesn’t matter what kind of cheese it is.
Ooh boy, do I have a story-
When I was 13, I was sent away from home because I did a lot of stupid stuff. I had anger issues, disobediance, depression, the whole nine yards. I was one mishap from jail, and the school resource officer at my school even tried to handcuff me once. So, I was sent to the middle of nowhere in North Carolina to a therapeutic wilderness program. Every day, in the middle of the woods, we had three meals- one was granola and oats (with brown sugar if we behaved well), stuff in our bags that was refilled by a truck twice a week (fruit, packets of tuna and chicken (the chicken was the bomb), peanut butter, tortillas, ramen (with hot water if we were good), and some other stuff. The third meal was beans and rice, spaghetti, or wacky mac, fixed on a fire with some veggies, cheese, and either bacon or ground beef twice a week on restock days. We had nine kids in our group between the ages of 10-15 at the time. We would rotate meals to each person every day, and other people had other things they needed to do in our "meal cycles" like filling water bottles, retrieving stream water, etc.
Here's the story of my first meal. I had to make beans and rice with onions and peppers with garlic powder and cheese.This is how it was supposed to be made. We had a big pot that we filled up with water and then boiled on the stove until it boiled. We then dipped the utinsels and bowls in it to sanitize everything. We cut up the veggies and dumped them in for cooking. When they were done cooking, we poured the excess water in the mixture into a hole filter (called a sump) and then mixed in the dried beans and rice, some liquid butter, cheese, and garlic powder. Then it could be served. However, nobody helped me cook, and I never dumped the water. I dumped in everything and made a disgusting concoction that I called "bean soup". That shit was disgusting. Most of us chose to go hungry. That shows how disgusting it truly was, as there were no other food options. Half of the group had diarrhea for a week, and nobody ever made bean soup, intentionally, or accidentally, ever again.
Geezzz thats sounds like a prison for kids...
Prison food actually meets nutitrion needs.
@@starandfox601 They actually did meet nutrition needs. We have veggies, protein, dairy, and grains from our hot meals. We have fruit, grains, and proteins from our packs. We had grains from our breakfast.
Eh, doesn’t sound too bad.
My mom, bless her, couldn’t boil water when she got married. Dad, could make angel food cake in a wood fired oven. He taught her enough, and if he would cook we’d both gladly do dishes. Rarely, he would. She loved putting peas and onions in everything. The joke she never heard was that she would have put them in the corn flakes if she could get away with it. A major abuse was mayonnaise, it was always old, thin, bitter and sour. I finally met some in college that was fresh, loved it, had to ask what it was, and refused to believe it. I used to like government subsidies commodities institutional school lunches and would buy hot lunch tickets with my allowance despite being a block away from the school. One summer, staying at grandparents, dad’s mom taught me to cook ( especially pie crust, mom’s was shoe leather). Start of junior high I was made family cook. The power to make my portion without the hated peas and onions!!!!! Holiday rotation we had Thanksgiving, I cooked for thirty. My turkey was moist and flavorful, my pie crust light and flaky. People noticed someone else cooked. When I left for college, mom complained for a good twenty years about losing her cook. Dad had an accident and was disabled shortly after I left home, and started cooking-he had gotten spoiled. Sorry, long but true. I have many food hang ups and hatred from that. My spouse, worse. He was happy to find someone who could cook and would make what liked....
Wow this is pleasant story
Every single dish my paternal granny cooked me when we went at her home at seaside.
I have learnt the most basic cooking skills just to:
1. Being independent when I went to University.
2. Avoid having to eat what she cooks.
Just to tell: her lasagna are so bad, the only living being able to stomach it was the extremely voracious German Shepherd we had when I was an infant. Yes, she just is that bad...
Your granny and my mother must be related. 😂
Ah that's sweet she made you food. Did you ever give her tips on cooking?
This shit my stepmom called “Italian chicken”. It was just a bunch of chicken breasts drowned in a couple bottles of Italian dressing and put in a crockpot for 6 hours. I hate hate HATE. Italian dressing. But she still made me eat it. And ALL OF IT 😭😭😭
I've had it but cooked in the oven (350 at 90 minutes), it really tastes good to me.
@@bethdibartolomeo2042 italian dressing is repulsive to me and she knew it though and also it wasn’t seasoned and it was dry as hell
Italian dressing is soooo good on baked chicken but thats not def not how u make it
@@kikigam7113 I just hate Italian dressing 🤢. To me It’s quite possibly the most repulsive dressing on earth. Ranch is a close second.
Did you ever try to go without and if so what was your longest time
Liver (beef) and onions.
Still cannot stomach even the smell.
Lmao hearing the voice synthesis saying "i will cannibalize my family before eating moose meat again"
I could talk about the roasted spleen... "It's a delicacy!" But I'll tell you about the lungs. The first few times my mother, following in the footsteps of Adele Davis, a healthy nutritionist, made beef lung it was ground and encased in a pastry crust. So it was pretty good. But then, overconfident, she hacked it into large pieces and you could see the air sacs and other things we learned about in science. Not a pretty picture. I'm sure it is very healthy, as all organ meats. I've never eaten udder... It's one she and her butcher missed.
20:15 I was wondering why he hated rice until he said there were maggots in it
That's awful.
I literally had to stop this video and thank my mom for being able to cook. Never once have I been afraid to see my mom walk into the kitchen. I can't imagine home being the place where you can't eat well (even if you're poor,) and I'm grateful for this little blessing in my life. Both my parents are fantastic cooks.
7:11 sounds like this man wasn't eating a very well made stew. For wild game, it should simmer for upwards of 6 hours.
boiled cooked spinach being all I had of spinach almost ruined spinach for me, until I had raw spinach leaves in a sandwich and just about had a religious experience as a long-lasting hatred of spinach evaporated.
If you boil spinach in a little broth, I prefer veggie broth, and when it’s very hot, mostly drain it and quickly stir in a scrambled egg and stir over low heat until the egg is cooked, it’s delicious. I like to put that over rice.
Raw spinach is Goat for me cooking for boiling it makes it unbearable if you want a shitty experience cook spinach in oil then eat it
Same. Only ever had canned spinach as a kid. Same with frozen broccoli and cheese. Thought I hated them both. Just give me raw spinach and some steamed broccoli and I'm happy.
Yep!
Mom used to force feed me the crap when I was a kid.......until I threw it back up on the plate one day.
My Mom stopped making it after that day. I think Dad lost his appetite seeing that.
Ironically in collage I learned to like raw spinach.
Also, canned Spanish with Ramen (no spices) and canned corn cooked in a gas station microwave is yummy.🤷♀️
Steam your spinach about half a minute. It wilts in a big way, and it's done. Butter it a bit, salt, pepper, AND VINEGAR. Usually cider vinegar.
Spinach of the gods, man.
A spinach omelet is fine too.
Mom over-cooks all her meat, and doesn't use any seasoning other then salt. I grew up hating chicken/turkey and steak. Also bland, raw vegetables.
you have to try a real, thick medium rare texas steak, none of that salty paper thin california steak
A turtle doesn't approve making people forcefully eat bad meals.
This is the 2nd time I've seen you Mr.Turtle lol
@@ArcaneJudge
Only the second?
@@Artizap_ Yea, I don't actively look for this name. But I remember one other time. So imma stick with 2 lol
@@ArcaneJudge those are rookie numbers.
i think i've only seen this account once. I've seen "A Turtle" a lot but not this guy. I don't know if they're the same person, though.
I was only served this once, but, it was a fake crab stir fry, it was fake crab because we don’t eat shell food because my dad is severely allergic to shell food. Anyways, I hated it, my dad was forcing me to eat it because that’s what we’re having for dinner, until I almost threw up, so I don’t like stir fry anymore
grandma approved
Grandma always fed me great meals that’s why I had the confidence to become a doctor
Hi grandma
@@Catthew29 must not have been fed apples
Guinea pig approved
As a poor kid, summers were often hard times since free lunch and breakfast at school weren't available. So I sometimes ate terrible food repeatedly rather than starve. Syrup sandwiches (a layer of syrup between possibly stale white bread) were a classic for quick calories. During a particularly hard week, I had nothing to eat but Ooddles n Noodles and got skull splitting headaches from the sodium overload. Thanks to my mom, food was always on the table, even if you've loss count of how many times in a row you've eaten it to the point it makes you ill.
"Moose Meat Stew" had me dying. Once of the funniest things ever heard on reddit.
They started doing programs here where students could go to their schools and get one meal, get it delivered, or eat food at the library. There was a big push for these programs during COVID-19. I’m not sure if they still offer it all. I believe the library still does. The library one wasn’t a full meal, though, juice or milk and a piece of fruit. It sickens me when politicians want to cut funding for these programs. I want our local children and parents to have access to these resources.
@@roxcyn sounds like great programs. But no such thing existed where I grew up 30 years ago. Library was still good for free AC and entertainment though.
@@derrickscott9469 - Yes, long ago they didn't have these programs.
Sardine salad. Cut up veggies(cucumber, pepper, etc.)and a whole can of sardines, liquid included. Was forced to eat that for lunch every other day for 2 years.
Just a warning: don’t try this if you aren’t a fan of dairy, you will just hate it more.
Two slices of white bread toasted for 4.5 minutes
Red liecster (probable spelled wrong) cheese grated finely
Put cheese in between 2 toast slices
Cut in half width-ways
Microwave for 1 minute
Serve with cheese and onion crisps, a tablespoon of mayonnaise and a glass of milk.
I know you might want to barf reading that, but don’t judge until you try it. It’s actually really good
I was forced to eat salad only for dinner as a result I hate salad with a passion.
Rutabagas. Mama is an exceptional cook and I learned so much from her. She could fry chicken and make homemade biscuits and gravy that would make you cry with joy! HOWEVER, she was OBSESSED with Rutabagas. We had them several times a week. Fresh or canned.... and they always tasted like turpentine smells. I just despised them. But I had to eat them and try not to throw them back up. As a teenager and then adult, I have never touched them and just the sight of cans of them in the grocery store make my stomach hurt. As a parent of two girls, any time my girls reacted violently to a food, like gagging or throwing it up, I QUIT FEEDING IT TO THEM! Additionally, I have always been fascinated by how big moose are. The biggest horse we ever had was 17 hands tall and weighed about 1300 or 1400 lbs. I had no idea that there were moose that would tower over that horse!
Liver & onions, split pea & ham soup, cow tongue. I was really fortunate that we were allowed to have a PB&J instead. We had a large garden and had wonderful fresh veggies in the summer-sweet corn especially-which were canned or frozen. Also, we would get a steer to raise for the freezer. Now I can appreciate the fact that they were grass & grain fed, no antibiotics or anything. Life on the farm was pretty good, I miss those days.
This made me appreciate my mom even more. Also thankful she taught me to cook for myself.
My sisters and I dubbed one of our worst meals "Poor man's food." It was canned spinach, canned cream of mushroom soup, rice or noodles and some cheese (I think). My mom left the ingredients and instructions for me, and like normal, I'd cook it and serve it to my sisters. Normally it went fine, but this turned out terribly. We tried stomaching it, but I think we ended up throwing most of it out.
And then there was the time we tried bean flower pancakes and didn't know how to prepare it. It was horrible and several of my family got food poisoning.
not something I ate regularly at home but "pyttipanna" at school, afaik there had been some kind of accident so we had to eat a lot of it for what felt like forever, or one Xmas they served an anchovie/potato thing which was made terribly, it's supposed to be creamy and the fish melty, not globs of purplish starch, dry and bone dry fish.
I am from Sweden BTW.
My mother would trick us in to trying different things. My brother and I refused after the 2nd time she tried it. The 1st time was frog legs, “kids, it’s just a different type of chicken”. She would tell us after we ate them. I actually would have them once in a while on a seafood platter. Until I seen a cartoon joke someone gave me. It showed a couple sitting at a table in a restaurant. Their table was right by the door to the kitchen. Coming through the doors was a bunch of frogs. Some were in wheelchairs, and the others were on crutches. It was meant to be funny, but it really bothered me thinking about these poor frogs 🐸. The 2nd time our mother tried to trick us, she scrambled some pork brains in with our eggs. The very 1st bite, my brother and I laid our forks down, and told mom that there was something wrong with the eggs. Our sister loved them. When my brother and I refused to eat them, she told us what they were. I threw up. They were horrible. I was 8 at the time, sister was 7 and brother was 6. Never trusted mom after that, unless we knew for sure what she had cooked. Back then, you could get pot pies, 10 for a dollar. To this day I can’t eat them. Sorry it was so long. God bless all. 🙏🏻
Sounds like a horror movie
@Sheila S Lowe
I remember those pot pies! 🤢
@@gigiw.7650, My husband loves pot pies 🥧. He has to bake them & he knows better than to try to get me to take a bite. He found out 21 years ago when we got married I can’t even look at him when he eats one. Also, I was an adult with 3 kids before I could eat macaroni & cheese again. Do you remember the boxes of “Kraft” macaroni & cheese with the packet of powdered cheese 🧀? My mother was a single mother and she was a good mother. But, times were tough back then. Funny though, how my mother would give us a dollar & a quarter to get her 3 packs of “L&M” cigarettes at the store across the street. They were $.33 a pack. Whoever went got to keep the change. I was born in 1954, & grew up on the streets of Detroit. It was just a different, but wonderful time to be a kid. Everyone looked out for each other’s kids back then. I remember everyone would sit outside on their porches and actually take the time to really talk to each other in the evenings. Just to relax, with the kids playing outside. I long for those days. Anyways, I’m glad someone remembered those pot pies. Lol God bless you. 🙏🏻🇺🇸👍🏻😃
Woah, that was horrible. I had frog legs before at a restaurant, they were pretty good. Never had pigs brains. The banquet pot pies are okay, but I only like a few of them: the sausage and gravy breakfast one, and the dessert ones (apple pie and peach pie I believe). I think they’re like $1.59 or something. Sometimes they’re on sale for $1. Homemade pot pie is way better, though.
The very first story is some what similar to what happened to me. My father was having bad heart issues and was being kept in the hospital for a little over a month. My mom would go by Walmart and just buy taco mix packs and ground beef, come home and just fix us a huge pot of it then head back to the hospital. For a full 31 day month we had tacos for breakfast, lunch, supper, and as snacks everyday. Near the end we were getting crazy adding chocolate, ice cream, just about anything to have something different. After that I didn’t eat another taco for about 13 years. Just thinking about a taco would make my stomach turn a little.
Kale. I hated it then, still don't like it. I especially didn't like it the way my father fixed it; boiled to death, seasoned Only with salt, pepper and a hunk of butter. It was served with mashed potatoes which I like Without raw onions, "I had no choice, onions were good for you!" Ugh
I always like vinniger on my kale
Kale is fine, when served properly, not GREAT, but fine.
It ain't bad raw, with lots of honey mustard dressing. Like you said not great, but eatable.
Any bitter veggie, like kale, greens, even cabbage, is best when served with a greasy meat, esp. sausage, to balance things out.
something tells me that dude doesnt like moose meat
Back when I was in middle school, I had a class about what you eat, and how one can eat a more healthy diet. One thing we did was make our own "healthy" food.
The first food we made was pizza. I don't remember what we made it with, but it was the worst pizza I ever had, pretty much most of the bad flavors you could put on one. I could only eat it if I was drinking soda (when we took it home). My sister eagerly tried it, only to take a single bite and leave me to throw the rest out.
But the second, oh god, was supposed to be chicken and dumplings. No food can ever compare to what this monstrous creation of Frankenstein came out to be. We used very few ingredients for the bread, and merely boiled chicken to get the broth, then simply combined them IIRC. All the while we were creating it, she was shaming a can from the store (like saying stuff in a Kareny-voice "this contains too much sodium!"). The result was chicken-water seasoned flower. I have never had, nor will I ever have, chicken dumplings.
I guess it also didn't help that my lab partner showed up late and left without helping me (for which my teacher called him out on, so I'll give her that).
I can't stand peas. If I can hide them in mashed potatoes I can stomach them, but even then if I accidentally pop one it'll make me gag. That and boston baked beans, like the sweet ones. Sweet and beans were not meant to go together.
My grandfather would regularly boil whatever food he was cooking until the water was more nutritious than the food. He would then slather salt and butter on it so that it was at least tolerable.
When I was a kid I kept complaining about wanting something sweet that my dad freaked and forced me to sit on the couch and eat three fourths of a one pound bag of sugar in one sitting
When I was really little, I HATED peas SO MUCH. I’d eat spinach or corn or carrots no problem, green beans were ok, but peas were by far the WORST THING to me for some reason. I now quite like peas, but there were so many dinnertime arguments about me eating my peas (since my dad really only liked peas and green beans, so we mainly had those)
My sister used to sneak a plastic bag and slip it in her shoe. Then she’s put the peas in her shoe. No socks. 😆
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moose is pretty great if you can cook. when its 2nd hand, it means you get stuff that should be ground not served whole
My mothers idea of making meatloaf was to take a blob of hamburger, add chopped onions, shape it into a loaf, slather it in Heinz ketchup, bake it in the oven till it was all dried out and the ketchup was sticky. When my kids were little I saw packets of meatloaf seasoning in the store. Decided to make a meatloaf with it...never thought meatloaf could be so good...put brown gravy on it and omg! Quick, easy, cheap meal for me and my kids...😘
Oyster pie, it was some strange oyster concoction my father made while he was high. I hated it, and was forced to eat it for a week, and was punished severely for refusing to eat it. I haven't been able to eat oysters since.
Oh gosh, that sounds awful
Yuck oysters, i remember my grandmother using them in stuffing one Thanksgiving no one let her live that down
@@moniboo523 I never had liked stuffing at all,to me and my mom it tasted nasty. One time,we were at a family gathering the main food that we had for lunch was burgers and hotdogs smothered in BBQ sauce. The scent of the food and BBQ sauce overwhelmed my senses and I suddenly got nauseous and it tasted awful. My mom had bought a cake for the gathering,but the cake had no flavor at all,only the frosting/icing had any flavor.
I would try it if I got the recipe
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18:44 for my brother the fart overclocker is Brussels sprouts
My mum once cooked for hours what was basically red beet stock. With little dough balls.
We refused to eat it and she got really mad. Later admitted though that it was disgusting.
Years later I luckily learned to enjoy a good borscht.
My mom made chicken and rice often....the rice was never cooked, the chicken was almost always super old (like a year) and freezer burnt, from the back of the freezer, she'd boil it, overcooked to hell and back, and never seasoned. My mom is 'pepper is spicy' white. She dumped a metric *fuck ton* of turmeric on the rice, though, nothing else.
my mom knew how to cook and did so 6 days of the week. i had a lucky childhood!
Same here! My mom also baked, so our waistlines never had a chance.
@@AshesAshes44 lol my mom wouldnt let us have sweets or cake unless it was our birthday, halloween or christmas. we were very thin kids! cant say that now lol.
@@asarishepard8171 we went to school in Mexico, a country with an epic sweet tooth-- there was a candy store on campus!
At home, the baking insanity started after Halloween when huuuuge trays of treats started being put together. We gave quick breads, cookies, candy, pies, cakes, you name it, it was our family gift. Mom wore out the 'professional' style kitchenaid mixer in only a few years.
With that sort of goodie factory in the house a third of the year, plus special occasions, we were fat little kids. We're better now, barring these quarantine fifteen . Good memories!
@@AshesAshes44 sounds like a good childhood! lol
@@asarishepard8171 yours as well! Good parents are a beautiful thing
One time I ate dinner at a family friend’s place (I went over alone to spend the night), and we had salmon and roasted vegetables. The food itself tasted alright; what made it horrible was the fact that the dish was absolutely FULL OF HAIR. Like every other bite, I’d be pulling a long stringy human hair out of my mouth, and I kept finding it every time I moved a chunk of food around. I was hungry, so I just did my best to avoid eating the hair while trying not to seem rude about how bad it was.
The weirdest part? It wasn’t the friend’s hair, since hers was short and a graying dirty blonde, and the hair in the food was long and dark.
Our friend is really nice, but I’m probably never eating at her place again.
Not in my house, but the daycare I went to frequently had liver to eat. It had an afwul texture, awful color and the taste was horrid, but since I was a baby and then a toddler I had not much choice about eating it.
I am now in my early 30s and I still can't fucking stand liver.
The ONLY form of liver that I like is liverwurst. Everything else--YUK.
These stories make me feel so thankful to have the parents/relatives that I do. My mom has always been a great cook but these people make her seem like Gordon fricking Ramsay.
I am from Newfoundland and Labrador, Canada, where the older generations tended to overcook everything, especially vegetables, because many had no teeth and dental care was poor.
Some vegetables I prefer raw (carrots, e.g.), others cooked till tender-crisp (broccoli).
Only cook vegetables overly well if mashing.
Moose meat is lovely though and very expensive, at least in sweden. My father in law hunts and I had moose for the first time over Christmas 2019 and I absolutely loved it probably the best meat I've ever tried in my nearly 22 years of life in the UK.
Bruh the guy that went off about moose
Hearing a robotic voice saying, it came from a friking moose made me die in laughter
I don't remember my parents or any sets of grandparents ever making any bad meals for me as a kid growing up but I remember when I was younger, maybe 7-8 years old back in 2008-2009, at my elementary school, they served nachos for lunch in the cafeteria. These nachos were cold yet soggy from the canned melted cheese and the meat was super overcooked. The nachos also lacked any spice These nachos were basically a huge insult to all of my Hispanic friends, including me. I still like nachos but I like them with spice and more effort.
My parents made me eat part of an eggplant when I was younger. It was absolutely horrific. I wasn’t allowed to spit it out. I just had to go through the pain. I’ll never forget that moment.
That sounds like a bad moose. The best hamburger I've ever had in my life used moose burger cooked over a bed of coals while out camping.
The moose meat stew rant was brewing for a WHILE
I will NEVER forgive my mom for forcing me to eat cereal with milk those few times. I HATE soggy cereal, it's so disgusting! I went hungry for several days cause I refused to eat it after nearly throwing up from it even touching my tongue. I was a stubborn kid who would rather starve than eat what I didn't like and even after punishments I STILL refused to eat it and then finally she relented that I didn't have to do it but very begrudgingly.
Oh, and WHO puts BROCCOLI in Mac n' cheese?? I HATED that! Why can't we just have the broccoli on the side instead? But NO, you had to cook them both and mix it?? Once they were together for me it was completely ruined. But she was just trying to make it "healthier". -_-
To be fair though, she made the best enchiladas that I have the recipe for and still make to this day =)
Salmon, for context now that I am older and learned to cook it properly I like it, but it has to be boneless and cut into 4 to 6 oz portions, and served only one day, unless it is in a seafood chowder. If I find a bone, that is fine, more then 2 or 3, game over, I'm done. Growing up an 8 to 10 pound whole salmon was purchased for 4 people about once or twice a year, sometimes we would have other people come over to help eat it, but we always had leftovers that were consumed most defiantly the next day or for a few days after. It was cooked most of the time on the bbq outside seasoned with lemon, salt, pepper and sometimes dill, wrapped in foil. The end result was not that tasty to my tastebuds, the next day was even worse because it was significantly drier then the day before, but it was a more expensive meat and my parents did not like wasting food, so leftovers it was till it was gone or nobody wanted to eat it anymore. I also did not like the smell of cooking salmon and when I smelled it cooking, I knew that I would not be enjoying dinner that night. Upon discovery of frozen portioned salmon we had that frequently when I would come home after work and have a plate of dinner waiting in the fridge, with you guessed it, a portioned piece of salmon, cooked in parchment, sitting on the plate. What was supposed to be a moist piece of fish was dry and inedible, and after repeated requests to leave mine uncooked, I did not mind cooking it when I got home were ignored I simply scraped it off my plate, onto another plate, put it back in the fridge, and ate the rice and vegetables only.
I have also hated smoked salmon my entire life, especially smoked salmon chowder, that smelled worse then straight salmon cooking. Yet each time it was made I was served it, told maybe you'll like it today, tried one small spoonful, hated it and did not finish the bowl. It took 6 or 7 years to convince my parents that yes, I hated it, no, I will probably never like it, in fact I don't even like how it smells while it is cooking, when you give me a bowl and I try it, I will not like it, and now you have to throw away a bowl of expensive soup that someone else could have eaten. Please, stop telling I do not know what I am missing, I do, I simply do not like the taste or texture of smoked salmon, please don't make me eat it.
I purchased some smoked salmon for Christmas one year for my parents and other people to eat, when I was asked if I wanted to take it home, I said no, you can keep it, I don't like it, it will just go bad in my fridge, I purchased it for you to enjoy so you can keep it and do what want with it.
I also had a tramatic experience with salmon when I was younger, I was about 8 and I was not allowed to leave the table till my small portion of deboned salmon was eaten. It took an hour and recall being yelled at several times by my dad.
Tuna noodle casserole: boil noodles until almost done. Drain, dump into buttered casserole dish. Mix in a can of cream of mushroom soup and a can of tuna. Throw in some peas, if you've a mind. Top with crushed potato chips. Cover, bake in a 350 degree oven util done. This was the height of 1960's cooking. Gag-a-licious!
Brussels sprouts at a friends house. I think my mom regrets that day, but I had refused to eat them and she forced me too because "it's good manners", and wouldn't you know, I didn't like them.
I don't remember what happened immediately after eating one, but I do remember my mother and I ended up in the bathroom, I was crying and getting scolded.
Im more open to trying new foods now that im older, bit I will still never touch those hellspawn greens again, unless im unawares- like that one time with the asparagus I thought were green beans.
My friend Harvey hated beans. His entire family was poor. Poor to the point that if you stayed at another family member's house you brought your own groceries poor. Would refuse to eat any kind of bean AT ALL because that's nearly the only thing they ate when he was growing up. Wouldn't order a soup at a restaurant because it may contain beans. PTSD from beans.
Liver, lima beans and boiled spinach, in a little puddle of water, with sand in it. I haven't touched any one them since I left home.
Well to be fair when you’re cooking a hamburger with the bun and everything you’re supposed to take off the buns after 10 seconds and then just cook the burger for the rest of the time that it needs... Usually the 10 seconds will get the button back to normal and will allow you to takeoff the bun because sometimes it sticks to the hamburger
My grandmother, god bless her, would be a fine cook if anything was seasoned. Like, she doesn't even throw in any salt and pepper. The goulash she makes is always rather depressing. The entire dish tastes exactly the same, just with different textures depending on what you're consuming.
My mom will make something really good, then overdo the veggies, even if it wasn't a big amount. I loathe 87% of all the vegetables I've eaten so this really triggers me every time its served. 😤
After listening to this video, I wonder how much our countries over weight problem is caused by not being able to cook. We would be much better off if schools focused on some normal life skills like cooking and finances.
YES.
When I was a kid we were poor. My dad's dad was a fisherman and my mom's dad "volunteered" at a farm and would get some meat as payment. My parents exchanged a little of the fish for a little meat. We had various variations of fish 6 nights a week and various variations of meat one night a week. I haven't been able to eat white fish since.
A few years ago my brothers girlfriend commented on us regularly putting some cheese on slices of bread and microwave it before eating it. She thought it was weird, to me it was normal and I'd been eating it my entire life for breakfast and lunch. To this day we all do it because we like it. My brothers girlfriend tried it once and then she said she understood. She now likes it too.
I just chalked it up to being raised differently, but it wasn't until I saw one of those videos that I realized that we ate it because we were poor.
When I was four years old my family spent a weekend at my grandparents house. They have always had this stupid rule that everybody has to finish a glass of milk with dinner. Milk has always made my stomach hurt, but I was too little to explain it. I was forced to sit by the table until I'd finished my glass of milk. I sat by the table all night until I fell asleep at the table. I woke up on my designated bed for the weekend.
I later found out that I've got progressing lactose intolerance. Now I can't even keep milk down, it just comes straight back up again.
It's only recently that I've been asked if I want a glass of water instead of milk when I've visited them.
My dad used to hunt some specific bird for Christmas. As a kid I was forced to eat it because we didn't have anything else. I can't handle the texture of bird meat(even chicken and turkey). I'm autistic and the texture of birdmeat kinda feels like my mouth is both burning and itching at the same time.
My parents aren't poor anymore, but I am. Although, I'm still able to choose what I eat.
I always buy groceries, and all essentials, for the entire month at the beginning of the month... And hope to god that I bought enough and that there are no surprise expenses. That way I don't really have to worry about being able to buy groceries later in the month and I'll see exactly which essentials I can afford to buy this month and which essentials can wait until next month.
That pretty much sums it up, I think.
French toast with vinegar. Mom made french toast but forgot the syrup. I was impatient and got it myself. But at 6, I mistook the apple cider vinegar for syrup. She made me eat it to teach me a lesson about being impatient.
The first time I tried Brussel sprouts my step mom made, they tasted like perfume. I was never a picky kid, I ate about everything. Those brussel sprouts was the *first* meal I didn't finish and spit out
Parboil the Brussels Sprouts for 5 mins, cut in half, toss with olive oil, salt, and pepper, and roast in a pan for 20 mins. You'll be won over by them!
Broccoli, Cauliflower, Egg Plant, Brussels Sprouts and Cheese Casserole from Friday Night Bingo brought home from Friday Night Bingo by my late grandmother when I was a little girl.
My great grandma made almost everything amazing, the only thing she couldn't make was Wiener Schnitzel. And I love Schnitzel to this day, so she made it for me once. It was like a shoesole mixed with old gum and something else mixed in there. It kinda grew when I chewed it... Ew!
But I loved her so much, so I ate it all! Afterwards, I excused myself to the toilet and threw it up.
Thankfully, she only stuck to her old, good recipies until her death. Miss her, but I like that memory.
Thank god my grandmother was my baby sitter for all of my childhood...
I was just making food while watching this. As i season it, the part comes where someone puts a STEAK in a OVEN and i stop dead and almost drop my saltmill as i look at my phone in shock.
For me it was mushrooms. My mom put them in stir fry, lasagna, spaghetti sauce, gravy, steamed with other vegetables, stuffing, sauces.... She just really liked mushrooms, and as a kid, they tend to be high on the gross list. Guess who purposely takes mushrooms out of their cooking now?
Two words: Christmas dinner. I liked it when I was a child, but after about a lot of Christmas dinners, I got very bored of it. So, this year, mum says I can have fish and chips if I want, which I willingly agreed to.
Honestly? Way too many. Not sure when I started, but I have an eating disorder that makes it so damn difficult to eat anything with a strange texture. Brain says no. I don't even know how some food tastes because it comes before I can even process it. Be it mixed textures like you'd have with something with a crunchy outside and a soft filling, or with certain textures my mind deems as unsafe (some being: rubbery like with really cheapo melted cheese, if it has a powdery/grainy texture, I hate how it feels like sand, and, weirdly, any hot/warm drink, feels wrong going down)
Anything kinda slimy hits my yuck meter, so even though I like cheese, anything with liquid cheese is out. Veggies cooked until they're limp? Gag. Canned mushrooms? Puke. Soggy bread or cereal? Choke. Mostly avoided by not overcooking food into mush. Mom was not good at this.
@@annana6098 Same with the melted cheese, the veggies in general, haven't tried canned mushrooms and I do not want to, and the soggy cereal and bread are 120% agreed with. I basically describe it by saying how I LOVE to eat, but HATE food.
Warning if you're eating? Idk.
It was only one time but my mum made me macaroni and cheese for the first time when I was four and I told her that if I ate it I would throw up (I have issues with specific textures of food) my mum told me to just try a bit and sure enough I almost immediately threw up.
Yeah she never made it again.
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I LOVE macaroni and cheese.
It doesn’t matter what kind, I’ll eat it.
Probably the sheer amount of frozen chicken cordon bleu I had as a kid during elementary school in the aftermath of the 2008 recession. I guess it must have been one of the cheapest things those Schwanns truck drivers in our neighborhood sold and we'd have mountains of that stuff in our freezer until after my mom finished her 2nd college degree in 2011 to 2012-ish. I don't know what the heck an actual, well prepared one would taste like, but I don't know if I could handle the flood of memories coming back if I ever tried again. The Schwanns pizzas were alright though, if a bit, er, crunchy.
When i was little my dad made me eat this soup i didnt like. They made me eat the whole bowl and i threw up.
They didn't force me to over eat stuff after that and respected when i tired soemthing and said i didn't like it.
Other than that my parents were good cooks so I'd even eat veggies.
The only foods i don't like are certian soups and beans.
Also one time my dad made me a grill cheese. For some reason im not a fan dispite loving cheese but i felt bad so i fed it to my dog lol
My mom was a great baker, but she couldn't cook. Her favorite dinner was barbecued chicken,which she cooked 2-3 times weekly. Not a bunch of barbecue sauce, and undercooked. Gross! My sister and I learned to cook in self- defense.
My siblings and cousins and I were eating dinner in the living room on the floor and my brother put his foot in my food but I still had to eat. I cried for days
Pb n grape jelly for 2 years. I hate grape jelly now. It tastes like poverty.
When my kids were little and I was broke and working too many jobs, I used to make them ramen noodles with a little frozen mixed vegetables and government cheese. They loved it and didn’t know til they were adults why they got that so often. Now they call it Po’ People Soup and all of them like it for comfort food. They also got a lot of PBJs. When you’re a vegetarian there’s not a lot at the food bank for you so protein is precious. Bean and rice burritos were another staple.
@@debshaw680 Ngl, that sounds good! 😂 and I can just hear my nephew saying "crackhead soup" hahaha
And now worse meal forced to eat as an adult: my son CAN NOT cook eggs to save his life!!!!+ Scrambled or fried, they are not so much eggs, as carriers for pure grease!!!!!!! He's sensitive, and I love him, so I eat them any way.
Hahaha tell him that as you get older eggs tend to upset your stomach unless they’re fully integrated into foods like bread, cake, etc. You’re not lying.
Cheesecake without the sugar... my aunt would make amazing homemade Cheesecake and one day I take the first and biggest slice of the Cheesecake and take a big old bite... and it was the most disgusting thing I had ever tasted. We all had a laugh about it and I helped aunty Brenda make the next one.... she passed away from cancer in 2014... I still miss her alot
Bro I had chicken for an entire month once. Dry bland chicken
Don't know what it was but it was a squash that looked like a pumpkin but tasted like burnt rubber.
My mom would water down the milk, half milk half water. She would also water down the pasta sauce, ketchup, soups, mac and cheese, mash potatoes, and she probably did the same with multiple foods that I never caught onto. It was disgusting.
It took a coming to Jesus moment of everyone in the household telling her to stop, it was disgusting and we were tired of watery af food.
The 2004 cheese toast, yeah, been there. Little sister was the one to show our family and that's all we freaking ate for a good while. Sister saw it at a friend's house, she didn't understand why they were doing it but thought it was genius.
The watery food sounds like a horrible cheapskate nightmare. xP
I think for me it was when my mom cooked eggplant for the first time when I was little. We all hated it immensely and she never bought or cooked eggplant again. Second place goes to eating a bowl of cream of mushroom soup for dinner. Bleh!!
Dude, eating that soup straight up is awful. I use it in casseroles and some other dishes, but straight up is so bad.
The spoiled turkey sandwich that Mrs. F made me eat on a field trip to the woods behind her house. She had agreed to put some of our lunches in her fridge, but she forgot. She made me eat it, and I got food poisoning. "It's still good" and "just eat it" make me feel so much rage.
Mushroom chicken with spinach. I tried it and it was terrible. Mom realized that Dad accidentally put vinegar in it instead of wine vinegar. (Props to my Mom and Dad tho bc they’re amazing cooks! Also I gag at everything so it was hard to eat it before we realized why it tasted wrong)
Not "forced," more like "suckered." And I was still a teenager when this happened, so it counts.
I was treated to a Mediterranean cruise when I gradated high school. My family and I hit amazing stops: Athens (it was sweltering but still so great), we started in Venice, I had an enchanting time and the best octopus I'd ever eaten in Mykonos, and the subject of this story: my very first true pizza Margherita in Florence.
The pizza was amazing, but then came the dessert. Cake that had apparently been NUKED by almond or some other kind of nut extract. I do this very particular thing when I think something is up with my food where suddenly I'll slam on the brakes and start lightly picking at it, and I did that like you wouldn't believe. I could never verify if it was the frosting that was the problem, but I didn't care. It remains the least cake I've ever eaten.
My family _still_ talks about that cake, which remains the biggest, nastiest culinary speed bump we've ever had on vacation.
There are several different vegetables that I don't eat, but was forced to eat as a child.
Cucumbers make me vomit, which means that I really have to be careful in Europe because they throw cucumbers into all sandwiches. Peas taste like paper to me. They are a gross taste that is usually there to ruin a good dish. Finally I once had a watermelon that was so flavorless that it was like eating a watermelon made of rind. I ruined watermelon for me. Growing up suck, dinner wise, because these are some of my mother's favorite vegetables.
Honey. My mom always used to make me eat honey from one of those crappy stores.
18:53 lentils give gas? Naw for me it’s onions.
I got fed a block of fish, you know what Im talking about.
Real fish is good, but frozen fish rectangles...
Laughed at the moose. My heart broke at the pasta and raisins. And serving cereal with water in a frisbee is not just mere incompetence...there is no words to describe it.
I am the 7th of 8 kids in my family , I knew we were poor while I was growing up but having to feed 10 for supper there wasn't much in the line of left overs usually. Listening to this we ate a lot of the things others seem to complain about we were taught to be thankful that we had enough to eat. The one rule I remember was if you served yourself a plate of food you ate what you took. It taught us portion control.
I have one to add....... My mom thought she was a creative and innovative cook. (errr...NO). My brother and I learned to identify an "Experimental" night and go eat with Gram and Granddad. But one night we got caught off guard and got served......wait for it.....Home Made Cream Of Trout Soup. It was every bit as disgusting as it sounds. Last night's fried trout and fried potatoes dumped in a pot with last night's vegetables and milk added to get it to the "right" consistency, then heated and by God we'd better eat it. My dad wolfed down, but he was always an enabler for Mom so no surprise there. I said I wasn't going to eat it and God himself couldn't make me. My brother just cried. I got grounded for a month (worth every day of it) and no dinner that night (also worth it). I can laugh now but it was horrifying back then. ::::shudder::::::
Whatcha gonna do?
When mama makes MOOSE MEAT STEW!!!