What food makes you wanna hurl ?

[muttonbuster]

Its tough to make me hurl.
Back in the day guys would mix together all kinds of **** and put it in a glass. Lay a 20 on the table. I would shoot it down my throat pick up the 20 and smile.

That takes me way back. On a trip to Greece with my high school buddies, I got cocky and said watch this and went mad scientist with what booze was left in the room. I put Ouzo, Amaretto, and Jack in a pint glass. Probably filled it 2/3 of the way and drank it all. Ended up puking so bad that to this day, I can't touch Ouzo or Amaretto.

 

[Cerb]

Nothing I encountered yet. If it makes me wanna hurl, it ain’t no food!

 

[PonyB]

Brussels Sprouts.
Bitter balls of hate.

 

[StratMike10]

Head cheese…
never tasted it, might even be good, but the sight of the chunky mixed organ pieces floating in the clear gelatinous pudding is enough to make me a little nauseous

 

[AncientAx]

Balut.

 

[ukoldgit]

How did pigs feet ever enter someone’s mind as edible ?

There are lot's of mind's out here

 

[Believer7713]

I would kill for Gin-soaked olives

A lot of people think my distaste for them is psychological but I know for sure it is not. Several years back, my wife and I ordered a pizza, she had olive on her side (she loves all kinds) and I ordered none on my half. One olive feel into one piece of mine UNDER the cheese so it couldn't be seen. When I bit into it, I literally puked everything I had just eaten. The most unfortunate thing about it was, it was my last piece. I honked a half pizza and went to bed hungry that night.
Even the smell of them makes me queasy. Like I said, my wife loves 'em so sometimes, I cook with them for her but I have to leave the room after opening a jar or, worse yet, cooking a dish that requires them to be in the pan...I almost need my paint mask for that. Lol

 

[fos1]

Liver and/or blue cheese. Just the smell....

 

[fos1]

Sugary BBQ.
It's just wrong.

I like mine HOT.

 

[Stone]

Growing up Italian, my Grandfather has eaten some nasty things boy

A Trippa

Ou soufritt ( Lungs in a sauce sometimes with a scrambled egg mixed in)

Pigs brains and Pigs Balls

 

[Slider58]

Food wise I'll eat almost anything........ except peanut butter .... YUK!
Drinks wise, Southern Comfort. In my teenage years I foolishly had a drinking competition with a mate. I said "choose your poison and I 'll match you drink for drink". He chose Southern Comfort. Bear in mind that I'd already drank a couple of pints of Guinness. He bailed out after about 15 shots. Me, just through sheer bravado, drank about 5 or 6 more.
Not long after I passed out, blotto.
Now, just the smell of Southern Comfort makes me wanna hurl!

 

[Boyd L]

Yogurt, turnips, beets

 

[Boubou]

Brussels Sprouts.
Bitter balls of hate.

The in-laws like brussel sprouts, so I have the token one at Christmas, but it would never enter my menu otherwise.

Slightly off topic, when I was working at a university, we shared a lunch room with some students. I remember 3 of us chemists (you don’t know foul smells until you have done chemistry), we grabbed our lunches and ran out of the room when someone was reheating broccoli in the microwave. Evil smell

 

[albala]

Sweetbread of any kind

Offal of any kind

Bloody Mary's

Soup from a can

 

[stormsedge]

Eel soup
Kidney pie
Brussel spouts (squirrel heads)
Sea urchins

 

[Cerb]

Pizza that was cooked in an oven heated by oak offcuts that came out of someone’s arse.

 

[Stratafied]

Food wise I'll eat almost anything........ except peanut butter .... YUK!
Drinks wise, Southern Comfort. In my teenage years I foolishly had a drinking competition with a mate. I said "choose your poison and I 'll match you drink for drink". He chose Southern Comfort. Bear in mind that I'd already drank a couple of pints of Guinness. He bailed out after about 15 shots. Me, just through sheer bravado, drank about 5 or 6 more.
Not long after I passed out, blotto.
Now, just the smell of Southern Comfort makes me wanna hurl!

Peanut butter is one of my favorites.

 

[Stratafied]

Pizza that was cooked in an oven heated by oak offcuts that came out of someone’s arse.

Now hold on a minute we need more clarification….

 

[Boyd L]

Pigs brains and Pigs Balls

AKA Souse and mountain oysters in my hillbilly Scotch-Irish Appalachian/Cumberland heritage.
I can remember a great-aunt (born circa 1910) getting plumb giddy when my family had hogs slaughtered for our larder. She was the recipient for the "souse meat". I've seen it sliced like spam, spread on a cracker not unlike caviar.
I never tried it or mountain oysters (boar testicles). Beets are still worse to my mind.

 

[Stratafied]

A lot of people think my distaste for them is psychological but I know for sure it is not. Several years back, my wife and I ordered a pizza, she had olive on her side (she loves all kinds) and I ordered none on my half. One olive feel into one piece of mine UNDER the cheese so it couldn't be seen. When I bit into it, I literally puked everything I had just eaten. The most unfortunate thing about it was, it was my last piece. I honked a half pizza and went to bed hungry that night.
Even the smell of them makes me queasy. Like I said, my wife loves 'em so sometimes, I cook with them for her but I have to leave the room after opening a jar or, worse yet, cooking a dish that requires them to be in the pan...I almost need my paint mask for that. Lol

I always get nervous splitting a pizza with someone, I don’t like when one of their toppings crosses the border