I get the chicken ick often throughout the year. I can eat it grilled or slow cooked any time. Baked or stove top gives me the ick at least a third of the time. It’s mostly a taste and texture thing.

Unrelated but I haven’t been able to eat chicken parm for 15+ years. I ate it as a school lunch (the chicken patty on spaghetti noodle kind) and threw it up during sports practice after school. I remember the awful breading taste and noodles hanging from my face mask.

Ruins food ? an event ? like what event ? I’d be quite mad any food were ruined for me

Hm, reading the comments I understand better. Fortunately I can’t say I have experienced anything traumatizing enough to keep me off any food

Shrimp.

A friend pointed out to me that shrimp are basically the cockroaches of the sea. They just float around and eat fish poop all day. So gross and I can’t even.

Went to a party once and ate a bunch of nacho cheese doritos among other things. Ended up getting sick from some undercooked cookies and I could taste the doritos when I threw up. Now I get queasy just thinking about them

Cream soda. I had a plastic dinosaur shaped cup to drink from one summer and was required to keep it the entire time. I drank a 2 liter of cream soda over a couple days then every single other thing I drank from it tasted like cream soda. Water, milk, other soda. For a whole summer. I don’t drink cream soda now. Weirdly enough, my brother, another dinosaur cup haver from that summer, loves cream soda.

Car sickness while eating a blueberry nutrigrain bar and now I can’t eat anything with cooked blueberries. I used to love eating blueberry muffins.

American cheese, because I threw up once as a kid after I ate some. Honestly no big loss, I wouldn’t eat American cheese now even if I’d never thrown it up because it’s a trash cheese.

Also, any meat where I can tell what it once was. I don’t want to eat anything off of a bone, or anything’s skin, or god forbid a fish is served whole. Growing up we used to have whitefish sometimes on the weekend and no fucking thank you.

Blueberries.

My family has never been financially in a good place, but especially when I was still very young. From what I understood my grandmother had a friend who owned a blueberry farm, and one day my mother brought home a giant thing chock full of blueberries. Deal was we could wash, package, and freeze them. Then we could have blueberries all year.

We went to work, though my help at that age was largely superficial, but we filled most of our freezer and all of a rolling cooler which was going to my grandparents. All washed in the colander and packaged in ziploc.

The other thing my parents would do was make enough dinner for the whole week. They both worked, my dad had 3 jobs at somepoint, and I often went with my mom to hers. So when we all got home it was easy to just nuke whatever had been made rather than make it then.

This week’s dinner was mac’n’cheese and hot dogs, yum right! Except no, my mother forgot to wash out the colander and it was all blueberry flavored. One week of blueberry flavored mac’n’cheese was enough for me to grow a healthy distaste for blueberries.

Canned chicken. One time I decided to buy a can just to see if I can take a break from eating canned tuna (would have two cans of tuna as a meal)… the moment I opened the canned chicken I was like nooooooope. It smelled fkin gross.

Plain water. One time when I was young, I got thirsty and drank a lot of water straight from the tap. Then got sick and threw it all up. Now I have a hard time drinking plain water. I can drink water with flavor, I can drink water with food.

Mushrooms.

Everything about them disgusts me, from the way they look, to the way they smell, the texture they have and the disgusting mouldy, dirty taste. Even seeing them growing in the ground grosses me out and I’ll take a wide path around them to avoid going near them.

Outside of magic mushrooms, they have literally zero redeeming qualities. I hate them with a passion and it’s basically the only food I never grew out of hating.

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Tinned cream of mushroom soup. Used to love it as a cheap way to make a mushroom pasta or whatever when I was at uni and on a student budget. One day the texture just did not play right with me and now I often physically gag when I think about it.

My mom was cooking some beef and brown sauce dish as I was reading a book with cannibalism at way too young an age. I associated that smell with eating human flesh for over a decade and would have to leave the house as it was cooking.

Three bean salad, or anything with sweet vinegar sauce. That combo of vinegar taste and sickly sweetness is the single most disgusting thing I’ve tried. I can stomach most of the foods I dislike, but three bean salad will literally make me gag if I try to put it in my mouth.