I was traumatized by the Bogey Man who hid in my closet. I knew he was there, but I was too frightened to look for him.

 

Powdered milk. I hate milk decades later still because it reminds me of that shit.

 

When I was really young I thought that fried eggs were staring at me and daring me to eat then.

 

Dad liked liver and onions. Mom refused to cook 2 meals a day. So about 4 times per year, she tried to make us eat it.
and 4 times per year I went to be hungry. Said she regretted that later in life. I think it was not that she felt guilty for
sending her kids to bed hungry, but that she fed that bastard a food that only he would eat.

 

I also hate ketchup!

 

Fried bologna. Every time my old man entered the kitchen, something unholy was going to come out.

 

Also Spam. I was forced to eat Spam sandwiches. So I earned my independence from my parents when my dad kicked me out of the house, and I thought that was the end of Spam....

But Noooooo. I had an assignment deep in china and those cheap fuckers fed me fried Spam every morning for breakfast.

 

Wait.
You had to go to China and didn't take your own meat?
Well, that's on you then ................

 

Kidnapped?
Tell more!

 

I liked most veggies but the one pass I got was Green Beans. I did not have to eat them as a kid. They actually made me sick when I was younger. Then I just really did not like them. Then suddenly in my early 40's I suddenly started liking them. Go figure!

 

Pigs in a blanket, didn't like cabbage so never got past that, whatever was in there, I wanted no part of.

 

They say you eat with your eyes first. Especially if you are a kid. I didn't like anything with tomatoes in it. (Chili, Goulash, etc.) So I would pick out the tomatoes but Mom made us sit at the table until we finished so it usually meant a long might at the table. She even had this meal of bread and tomatoes. Just what it sounds like, stewed tomatoes with bread pieces mixed in stirred up. Just the sight would make you want to puke. Her mom was a product of the depression so there were some strange things served. Her liver and onions was good though. Didn't like cooked cabbage. It stunk up the house every march (we weren't Irish) and chicken livers and gizzards were okay. One thing she made was Macaroni and Milk. Macaroni with milk added after cooked and drained with a ton of butter. Friends that came over to the house and ate that would always rave about it. For breakfast sometimes we would have Rice and Raisins. Minute rice cooked with raisins in the water, add sugar and butter. Then serve with a little bit of milk in it.

 

Canned spinach! My mother would drain it, throw it in a pan and fry it with egg. Then she would pour pickle juice over it and make me eat it. *shivers*

 

It's funny in a tragic sort of way, but the more I read about the weird shit members were made to eat as kids, the more I'm convinced that 'Post-Partum Depression' is a real thing.
(Pssst! Your moms were trying to kill you! No offense, just sayin')

 

I was a very finicky eater as a kid
I would put “oatmeal”
and then “Egg Whites” top on the list.

 

Despite living in a van with 4 boys for a year, my mom was denied food stamps in the late '90's. But we had to eat, so we stole some corn out of a field. It was white corn with thousands of little white worms in it, my mom pretended to throw out the 'bad corn' but boiled it all up anyways. Can't say I was traumatized by it, but I still pass on the creamed corn

 

What ever was in front of me was simple, eat it or eat nothing. Often I would be hungry. But it taught me many a lesson.

 

Anything my dad cooked. Sucked when mom wasn't home