Hot fudge sundae...I haven't been able to enjoy it in 4 years and I really miss it.

B--f s--------f.

scrapple or mayonnaise

-ee- -troganof-

Go, sean! So nice to see I don't have to do *all* the YumPo harassing around here.

Point to sean (as I try to avert my eyes).

Thank goodness somebody finally wants to play with me...

Frogs' legs because there is currently a frog in one of the toilets. Don't know how he got there; don't know how to get rid of him. Ahh, Florida!

Chipotle burrito.

Which coincidentally is what I had for lunch. Yum.

Those cheese crackers with peanut butter.

I never want to think about pickles... or anything that has been pickled.

I can hardly even bite into a burger or sandwich that has had a pickle on it... only if I know the flavor hasn't seeped in. And when a pickle comes on the side, I practically throw it to whoever's plate is closest to me.

But when I'm sick... it all goes back to one time I got really sick right after... Peanut M&M's

sauerkraut

Tang, due to an unfortunate college incident that I'd really rather not describe.

Peanut Butter

Where's Ralph???

raw oysters

Jones Soda Thanksgiving dinner. I think it was the 2005 regional edition that a co-worker brought. He poured out dixie cups for all of us.

No one else made it past 3 flavours before they quit. No one else was even willing to be within 10 feet of the salmon pate. Of course, since I have a cast iron stomach and will eat (and usually enjoy) about anything, I tried a sip.

Four years later, my stomach still clenches whenever I see *any* bottle of Jones Soda. Doesn't matter the flavour. I was ill for hours afterwards. The salmon pate flavoured soda was the absolute worst thing I have ever tasted, and that includes all the practical jokes my little brother played on me growing up. I'd rather drink gym sock tea than think of taking another sip of that vile and wretched brew.

Personally if you have a stomach issue I would think chili or hot dogs would be two nasty thoughts.

i drank 2 quarts of grape kool aid in a short period of time during a very hot 2nd grade play day. i was dehydrated and the purple stuff came back up in short order. i haven't even been able to stomach the smell of fake grape ever since. 25 yrs later, the scent will still make me dry heave. no joke.

how about a greasy pork sandwich served on a dirty ashtray?? some cheap tequila to wash it down? YUM!

peanut butter on rye triscuits with a diet mountain dew.

I love peanut butter but that combination is not good, I will spare y'all the results. I had to postpone a job interview because of that and now I'm living and working in Florida. Be careful of what you eat. You could wind up living 1100 miles away from home.

My "food" aversions are booze-related: Sloe Gin, Southern Comfort, and Rusty Nail cocktails. It's been MANY years, but I can't get within smelling distance of any of em, or it's "heave-ho"!

Rye triscuits? I had no idea there was such a thing.

(in my best peter brady voice) "pork chops and applesauce"

mmmmm pork chops

Hal,
I used to eat rye triscuits a lot, Giant in Annapolis had them.

Rye Triscuits

Does whiskey count as a food? If so, whiskey.

This is an interesting topic.

EL, I'm pretty sure the 10:15 post is Spam.

I fell for it. I'm rolling on the floor laughing. EL

I actually like deep fried oreos -- the cookies become cakey.. which I think is what "cakesters" is trying to mimic.

Also as an aside wasn't it like 5 years ago that oreos were relatively untouched, and now theyre name is any and everywhere (including those godawful dominos dessert pizzas)?

Yeah, I'm surprised nobody's mentioned spam. The "food," I mean.

I'm with Dan on this one. I can't have a pickle touch anything on my plate. The flavor takes over everything else, and that juice gets everywhere. And it's infuriating how many places you go where you specify that you do not want pickles, but you'll still get one on the side. Extremely irritating. But I do want to mention that I will eat pickles by themselves. Yes, I realize the hypocrisy.

spare ribs

Chorizo. It's so fatty & greasy & it makes me burp like a madman. & the burps taste strongly of chorizo, so I have to think about the terrible thing I ate ALL DAY LONG.

Good things to think about include Sprite & chicken noodle soup.

head cheese...(shudder)

I remember my father eating head cheese when I was a child. I don't remember him trying to make me eat it, fortunately.

I consider myself pretty adventurous, foodwise, but I don't know if I could manage to get past the looks of head cheese to actually try it.

Head cheese is delicious, which I didn't discover until I was an adult, because my parents were way too boring to each such tasty things.

If it looks weird, put bread around it. If that is not working for you, batter and deep fry it. I'm sure it'll be awesome.

Nice job on the WEIRD SCIENCE reference, unbelievaboh...

When I was young my mom would eat canned asparagus heated up in it's own juices. She tried to make me eat it once - once... I coughed it right back up and can't tolerate the smell to this day. Now the fresh steamed is fine - smell wise, but I still do not like the taste. (If you've never tried it, go get a small can of asparagus and nuke it, WOW is it rank!)

Also, whatever that stuff is in the deli meat counter that looks like a loaf, but has some clear gelatinous binder with chunks of stuff in it. I has a strange name... Makes me cringe to even think about it.

Weege, your last paragraph sounds like you're describing head cheese.

Souse

RayRay, it seems that "souse" just means "head cheese" in the Pennsylvania Dutch dialect, according to Wikipedia.

South Africans have road side pit stands which only grill chicken feet. My Peace Corp family assured me they were delicious. I never did find out what they did with the rest of the bird.

Egg Salad. HATED it growing up. Then a few years ago, tried some and became addicted. Ate it all the time. Coincidently got sick the day after eating some, now can't stand the thought of it.

GAK!

oops. redo on the link...

GAK!

When I was a junior in high school and throughout most of college, I had to work almost full time in a supermarket whenever I could get the hours, so I held almost every job except butcher (THAT was a job to covet, if you were a big guy, because of the pay and benefits). When I worked in the deli, head cheese and souse were big sellers, but were horribly disgusting to cut on an automatic slicer. Chunks of unidentifiable stuff and glutinous material would ricochet off the blade and rocket towards me, smacking me in the face, hands and body, sticking to my skin, hair, and my ugly polyester smock, and ooze down, leaving slimy, slug-like trails.

Cleaning the machine and the deli after cutting head cheese and souse was just as horrible. I hated them so much that finally, whenever I had to work in the deli, I removed all the packages of head cheese and souse from the deli display case on the supermarket floor and from the storage room, and hid them in the produce refrigerator under the pallets of fresh vegetables.

When customers would ask ask for head cheese or souse, I would shake my head regretfully and say sadly, "I'm really sorry but we seem to be all out today. Our order is scheduled to be in on (I'd name the day I wasn't scheduled to work in the deli). Maybe you can check back then?"

I never felt guilty at all.

unbelievaboh - my grape juice comes out of that rusty bucket of bolts? OMG - now I can't drink g-juice, just like O.J. off the O.J. express and milk from those gasoline trucks. No wonder I stick to Pikesville - sterilized.

YumPo, that is one heck of a mental image, a younger you, dripping with unidentifiable organ bits and gelatin. Must have made you very popular with the young men.

A sharper blade and colder head cheese would have helped, I bet.

I wonder if they ever found your souse stash, and, if so, what they thought of it?

Lissa, it was a very attractive look: that polyester smock in harvest gold; a hairnet perched rakishly on my head since I couldn't stuff my hair into it and a paper cap pinned on the opposite side (to satisfy the Health Department regulations); all that goo...but the butchers thought I was cute. (Insert joke here.)

No blade was ever sharp enough, no head cheese was ever cold enough to stop the carnage.

Every night, before I left, I replaced all the head cheese and souse in the display case and in the walk-in cooler so no one was ever the wiser.

Yes, I know I'm going to burn in Hell for that.

I won't comment on the attractiveness of that look. After all, I like souse. And I never argue with men holding cleavers. Unless I'm playing Diablo.

You will probably end up as a short order cook in Purgatory to folks from the Lancaster area.