Mine: BBQ potato chips and Chocolate Soldier or Yoo-Hoo. When I was a small child, my grandparents bought me both and then took me out fishing in a small boat. You can guess the rest. I haven’t eaten BBQ chips since, and it was only a few years ago I could even stomach any kind of chocolate milk. Even now it’s only Quik mixed with white milk. I can’t deal with pre-made chocolate milk at all. (Not that chocolate milk is something a woman my age should be consuming anyway.)
Marshmallows, ever since I got hideously ill during a Boy Scout camp-out where I had just eaten toasted (burnt, actually) marshmallows and equally burnt hot dogs. I got over my hot dog phobia after a few years, but to this day many decades later I turn slightly green and nauseous when I so much as see a marshmallow.
Burger King cheeseburgers. I rarely ate there anyway, but one night when I was working late on my thesis and utterly stressing out, Bahimiron thought he was doing a good deed in making sure I at least ate something and got me a meal there since I had been feeling so run down. My stomach was feeling weird, but I thought it was just because I hadn’t eaten anything all day.
Sadly it was really because I was coming down with a fucking horrible stomach bug that had been going around that left me unable to leave the bathroom for the next 48 hours about ten minutes after I ate. I seriously was left curled up on the floor crying because I didn’t have anything else to get rid of, yet my body wasn’t taking the hint. I couldn’t sleep. It was hell. I have never, ever felt that sick in my life and I had fucking whooping cough twice.
To this day even if I am in dire straights for food, which is about the only time Burger King starts seeming appealing, I cannot bring myself to eat there.
Cow Tales, the soft, ropey, cream-filled, caramel candies.
I used to love them, until they were the last thing I ate before becoming rather ill and spewing all over my grandparents’ bathroom. Now I can’t even look at them without becoming slightly nauseous, because I associate them with vomiting.
Subway sandwiches. We were driving on a quick road trip over Christmas break, and we stopped at Subway along the way. By the time we got to our destination, I felt green. We ended up staying in the hotel for another 2 days while I tried not to be too disgusting. Every time I walk into one of those places, now, all I can think about is that one time I threw up what appeared to be a lung (luckily, I had 2).
Rice and Butter: got sick with something unrelated the same night I had it for the first time and just thinking about reminds me of what it tasted on it’s way up.
Whole Wheat Bread and Ham Sandwiches: Packed these for lunch the first few times I had chemo and now the smell of them makes me feel ill. Interestinglin, after I was done with chemo I started liking guacamole which I never liked before.
I have conquered mine. It only took 30 years! Like most of the examples above I got horribly ill (stomach bug) shortly after eating something, in my case an Egg McMuffin from McDonalds. I spent about ten years getting nausious if someone mentioned the word, couldn’t bear to actually see one, and though it never happened I bet I would have vomited if I actually smelled one.
This past summer I tried one. And it was okay! Didn’t fill me up, but the flavor was okay. A few days ago I drove by a McDonalds doing a buy one get one deal on them, I sort of chuckled and decided to go back there this weekend and take advantage of the offer.
Raw Onions. My terrible, awful, subhuman bitch of a grade school teacher (who was really a nice lady) tricked me into eating a raw onion at one point as part of some ridiculous experiment to show how smelling food is essential to tasting it and it burned. I don’t know how, or why, but it burned. Ever since, it’s nearly impossible for me to force one that I can see into my mouth. I can eat a shawarma if I don’t look at it, but salads, burgers, sandwiches…all right out.
Also, I’ve always hated eggs, though I can eat them now and enjoy them on occasion. Like, since I was a tiny child. I apparently tracked down and found the egg in Egg Fu Yung and refused to eat it at the age of two. I also get a stomach ache if I eat more than about two scrambled eggs, which I’m sure is somehow related.