ITT: Food you'll never eat again because it reminds you of awful childhood memories

ITT: Food you'll never eat again because it reminds you of awful childhood memories.

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Nutella

knuckle sandwiches

Dick

I don't associate any food with any of my awful childhood memories.

Like there was that daycare run by an abusive pedophile where they would feed me those little debbie swiss rolls for breakfast every morning, but I still like them (or I would if I allowed myself to eat garbage like that).. it's not the snack cake's fault my mom ignored me crying every single day begging her to get me out of there.

R these related posts?

Don't we celebrate these things?

I'm and I never saw the guy's dick. I was an ugly kid and he only liked the cute ones. My torment was him turning red in the face screaming abuse at me at the top of his lungs and getting all his "favorites" to treat me like shit too.

It was pretty traumatic at the time because I had no idea what I had done to deserve it and I was blaming myself, but in hindsight it was a hell of a lot better than the alternative... some of his "favorites" had been my friends, and I was really upset that they stopped being nice to me.. but their lives are kind of sad now.

Fuck you, pedo.

***where are they now***

I don't have too many awful childhood memories, but when I think about the food I loved as a child I cringe because I had really shit taste. Most of the foods I loved back then is shit I would never touch today. Some examples:

Olive loaf sandwich with ketchup on white bread
Fried Spam
Frozen pizza
TV dinners
Snack cakes of all kinds
Salads covered in imitation bacon bits and ranch dressing
Iced tea made from powdered mix
Chef Boyardee ravioli

I basically loved cheap, heavily salted/sugared and often artificially flavored foods. My mother was reluctant to buy them for me, but I begged for them. I think this was partially because mom's cooking was solid, but bland. When I got older and made friends with a bunch of Italian immigrants and Italian Americans they turned me on to some really good stuff, and I stopped craving shit food.

There's this weird thing that tends to happen to little kids who were sexually abused where their voices don't seem to change as they get older. It's like they get stuck or something.

One of them is a car salesman now, and he does ads on the radio. It's fucking weird when suddenly I hear my old friend with his same high-pitched squeaky 6yr old voice telling me to come buy a new Chevrolet.

Not true. I was raped by my mother repeatedly while growing up but I sound like Patrick Warburton.

I ate pure mayo and a disgusting amount of candy and sweet pastries as a child because my mother wouldn't cook anything so I would have to satisfy my hunger with this sweet premade shit she bought. It sucked being a fat child
I hate anything too sweet or too fatty as an adult now. I have to puke from eating too much of that stuff now

This is why i started smoking heavily when i was 14.

I said "tends to happen", not "always happens". Plus it happens more often with girls.

Just type "child abuse high voice" into google and you will find that it's not something I made up.

Why would anyone Google that?

did it work?

Theres some psychiatrists who support this opinion apparently. m.washingtontimes.com/news/2002/apr/30/20020430-042342-4180r/

Those hazelnut chocolate balls, at to much and pucked as a child

Apple Jacks. Was eating a bowl one morning before school and I remember noticing a heart-shaped one in it and feeling weird. An hour later in class found out that my cousin, our classmate, had died of her struggle with cancer that morning.
Really hit me hard because I still thought she was getting better.

Same, with the addition of explosive diarrhea

Took me a long time to eat spinach again because I ate it during a stomach bug and puked green everywhere. I think I was like 9.

anything fish

Elaborate
There a lot of people like you and I think you're all fucking babies

aside from Ahi or fish 'n' chips I don't eat seafood. Parents just somehow managed to cook fish well done, and my dad would always eat crab cakes then leave them out to reak the house up.

Those little BBQ sausages. I ate an entire package and got super sick. Ever since then I get nauseous just looking at them.

Caramel

Just the scent reminds me of the time I ate the caramel (just the caramel) from a microwave popcorn package

everything reminds me of awful childhood memories, thats all i can think of
maybe thats why i never stop eating

Corn, corn on the cob was one of my favourite things

When I was younger I threw up a ton of it, it was all over my bed still in cernal form.

I can't even stand the smell.

Nah, they changed the formula where it tastes more like sugar and less like apple.

Get the cinnamon apple chex.

Mince peas and potatos give me panic attacks and I don't know why

different user, interesting read thank you

the puffed cheetos, one time i put a whole one in my mouth but it was just the compressed flavoring dust formed into the shape
i puked and i havent been able to eat them since

Different user, but I have a similar opinion. It's mostly due to the fact that my father was very allergic to fish so as a precaution I wasn't allowed fish or peanuts until I was tested for allergies at age 5. It was determined I wasn't allergic to all fish, just fresh water fish. That in combination with the first seafood I ever ate being shitty tuna casserole and living several hundred miles from the coast is what gave me a dislike of seafood.

Macaroni salad.

I hate fresh/uncooked tomatoes and the texture of cold raw celery mixed in with that disgusts me. My mom made it all the time, but knew I wouldn't touch it. I was around 7 years old, maybe a year or two younger, and she had a babysitter (a friend of hers that I was familiar with) at the house to watch me while she was out for the day. I was in the playroom and she called me into the kitchen for lunch. When I got there there was nothing but a bowl of fucking macaroni salad at the table. I remember telling her that I didn't like it. She said that I had to eat it before I left the table. I'll suggested a sandwich. Nope. She got annoyed and eventually started to scream at me. She refused to let me get out of my chair and held me back every time I tried to leave. I was bawling at this point. I started to eat it. Every cold crunchy disgusting bite made me gag. Eventually I started to gag at just the smell of it. She stood over and watched me take bite after bite in between sobs trying my best not to throw up. It was too much. At some point I bolted out of the kitchen, through the living room, and out the back door. I bent over and threw up every single bite that she forced me to take. Fuck that cunt and fuck macaroni salad.

What a pussy.

This

I certainly was when I was 7. Not anymore. She's dead now. Choked on a tomato. Freak accident. Nobody could explain it.

For me it's the McChicken, the most traumatic fast food sandwich.

Filet of fish is 10x's more traumatic.

Cabbage.
One time during a family get together I was eating some dinner at the table. Ribs, collard greens, and a roll.
Then comes my aunt, who fucking insists that I eat some cabbage which I do not like.
I tell her no thank you, but she's not having it. She fucking grips the shit out of the back of my neck and is force feeding me this fucking cabbage. I'm gagging, tears down my eyes, screaming for my parents and nobody came.
Fuck cabbage.

I'll tell you why I never eat fish. When we all moved into my grandfather's house, it somehow fell to me to keep the old man's mind off of things. We would play casino over an old card table. He never let me win. One time he put one of those tiny model trains into my hamburger. He was a practical joker. I broke my tooth on it. On Friday evenings we had fish at our house. Every Friday. Not on religious grounds, but because Grandpa was a fish enthusiast. "Keeps ya from going blind," he would say. Even though the bones always got caught in his throat. My brother and I would sit next to one another waiting for his terrible coughing to begin. Then one of us would be dispatched to the kitchen to get a heel of bread to clear the bones. He'd gulp it down, and slowly his coughing would diminish. And then everything would be quiet again and we would go on with the meal as though nothing had happened.

(1/2)

One Friday my parents went out leaving my brother and I alone to serve ourselves and Grandfather. Mom left the fish warming on the stove. Breaded sole. The bread crumbs only helped to conceal the bones. When the inevitable coughing began, my brother and I just sat and looked at each other not moving. Grandfather's eyes got wide. His face became contorted and red. His arms flailing about. I raced to the kitchen and back with a heel of pumpernickel. Grandfather reached out for it convulsively. But I handed it to my brother instead. And he back to me. Grandfather pitched face forward onto the dining room table and then back, knocking his chair over, pulling the tablecloth, silverware, mashed potatoes, fish, stewed tomatoes with peppers and onions... all of it on top of him. Heaped on the floor behind the table he Iooked like the remains of some chaotic dinner party. My brother took the incriminating pumpernickel from my hand and stuck it into Grandpa's fingers. I think at that moment, my brother and I became accomplices forever. "Don't ever say a word about this," he said. "Just go to bed and pretend that you're asleep." The next morning my parents explained to me that Grandpa had gone away on business and had left me a very special kiss good-bye.

(2/2)

MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODS

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Really? How does your mother rape you?

Thanks for the laugh, had a hard day.

>be me
>at cousin's bday party at resteraunt.
>finish mah food
>very full
>smol lad with smol belly
>one slice of mushy carrot on my plate
>had aunt from asian hellhole #1232435
>"finish food, world children hungry"
>"no autie, am full"
>"EAT YOU FUCKING CUNT"
>eat carrot.
>mush is overwhelming
>barf everything I ate into my plate.
>all of my cousins' friends laff and recoil in disgust
>lee me alon.
>aunt denies everything.
>cousin still holds that shit over my head.
>never eat carrots again.

canned corned beef

I don't eat tinned tomato soup, not because I have particularly bad memories of it, but because my ma was super broke during the first few years of my life and the food bank often had tinned tomato soup so I ate it a lot.

Pears.
I ate one at daycare when I was three or four, as soon as I swallowed it I three up because of the texture and the taste.
I remember there being vomit all over my doll and my clothes.
I can't even smell them without gagging.

>There's this weird thing that tends to happen to little kids who were sexually abused where their voices don't seem to change as they get older. It's like they get stuck or something.
The radio show Loveline pretty much proved this. Dr Drew could often guess what age people were abused by their voices.

RIP

That's what happens when you Google it so

I hate that shit too user, makes me want to vomit. Cold pasta is not for me.

Tang.
It was served at an abusive daycare I was forced to attend from age 4-6.
I hate the taste to this day.

I have trouble with canned veggies. As a kid it was all we could afford and my folks wanted us to as well as they could manage, but as an adult I'm more inclined to pass in them.

Me too man. I don't know if it's the fact that they're in metal can for so long, but I'm put off by them. That's canned food in general though.

Fresh vegetables are no problem though.

meat loaf

My Mom's cooking

You should kill her

This, but for a different reason
>be 10 year old me
>eat a ton of this shit at grandmother's house
>ride home
>starting to taste macaroni salad again
>"dad pull over"
>"what?"
>start violently puking macaroni salad
>literally only macaroni salad
>ride an hour home with puked macaroni salad all over my lap and the seats
I can't even look at it any more without feeling sick.

Cheetos are the kicker for me.
>Be me, around 8 or 9
>Have to go to Polish school every Saturday
>Absolutely hated it
>Wake up one Saturday
>Feel like hot shit in the sun
>Try telling my parents I feel sick
>They think I'm lying to get out of going to Polish school, even though I have never done such a thing before
>"user, just go. It's """""important""""" and you can't skip it. It'll pass, no exceptions"
>"Oh, and your godmother will be picking you up today"
>They give me $10 to buy lunch there.
>Spend the whole day feeling like garbage
>Lunchtime
>Only thing to eat are hotdogs and cheetos.
>Fuck I have to eat, I have no choice
>Eat both
>Feel even worse
>End of the day finally comes
>Get in godmother's car
>Oh fuckfuckfuck, I am close
>Tell her to please hurry back home because I don't feel good
>She drives like a handicapped Asian back to my house, but made even worse because she drove slow as living fuck
>Pulling into the driveway
>Projectile vomit all over the backseat, it's all fucking neon orange
>She screams
>Stumble into house
>Mom looks at me covered in vomit, horrified
>"Did you puke?"
Turned out I had a bad fever. All of that could have been avoided had I stayed home.

rum and (diet) coke for sure
>retarded high schooler
>had house to myself for a weekend
>get the idea to make some drinks with my parents' liquor
>didn't have much experience drinking
>mix a can of diet coke with probably 3 shots worth of dark rum had no idea what the size of a standard drink was)
>drink two of those while playing Battlefield 2 on my dad's computer
>start to feel queasy a couple hours later (125lbs)
>get up to run to the bathroom to throw up
>end up projectile vomiting both on myself and on the hardwood floors in my dad's office
>strip all my ruined clothes off and pass out in my bed
>in the morning have to mop up dried puke with a horrific smell

anytime I get a whiff of that combination of flavors I gag. Even normal coke and captain morgan smells disgusting to me now.

Cold pasta is for fucking troglodytes

For me it's pasta with marinara sauce. The daycare I used to go to between the ages of 4 and 6 would serve us cold pasta with tomato pasta sauce once a week. It wasn't the taste that bothered me as much as the fact that it was cold.

To this day I can't eat pasta with a plain tomato sauce, there has to be something else in it and it has to be warm.

for me it's otter pops, not because of bad memories, but because I associate them with the old school I went to before 3rd grade and all the friends I had there. I could never make friends at my new school and I gradually became a loner, which continued into high school. I just don't like thinking about how happy I was when I was smaller, or how much I lost between then and now, because I start to wonder if I missed out on having a normie life

Pork

Family died in house fire when I was smol, and everyone expected me to develop an aversion to roasted pork because the entire place (and town) smelled like it for days after the fire. It was really disturbing but I didn't have a problem originally.

I developed a problem because every time someone prepared pork around me, they mentioned the incident and asked me if I had stopped eating pork because of it. And of course when they mentioned it, they had to explain to people how my mother's corpse had smelled like pork, and how human meat probably had the same texture, fat, and taste. 'Because you know we can transplant organs from pigs to people so it's probably the same thing'.

I don't eat pork anymore.

pea soup. Great going down. Horrible coming back up.

This reads like a Lemony Snicket paragraph.

...

>great grandfather was in russian army in ww1
>forced to drink ovaltine/whatever chocolate vitamin powder drink russians had every day
>hated chocolate ever since
>grandfather loves chocolate because he never had it as a kid
>father hates chocolate because grandfather had chocolate everything
>every single time there was anything chocolate on a restaurant menu or birthday cake or fucking anything my dad would sperg out and give a speech about the family history of chocolate hatred
>if we were with my grandpa he would chime in too
>every time i eat chocolate i always think of my dad giving his spiel

i like chocolate but remembering all the awkward times my dad did that really makes me hate it

chicken noodle soup

one time when i got sick the docs said i shouldnt eat any solid foods. they recommended i should drink chicken broth. my mom thought they meant thats all i could eat. i had to drink nothing but warm chicken broth for a fucking week out of a fucking sippy cup

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Beans, red or black.

>Dr Drew could often guess what age people were abused by their voices.

That sounds like a shitty fucking carnival game if you ask me

Sauerkraut.

My mother would feed me a big ole bowl of sauerkraut every single morning.

jesus christ

did you ever ask her what was with all the sauerkraut all the time? was it driving you crazy?

sssSTEP RIGHT UP AND FIND OUT WHEN YOU WERE ABUSED JUST 10 DOLLARS

Sitting on a toilet after having Chipotle for the first time is a pretty awful memory.

I didnt had food.
My dad left to buy some.

Hot pockets

Spent a few hours eating salted sunflower seeds, then took a swig of milk. First time and only time I've projectile vomited.

Spaghetti and hot dogs. We had to eat that multiple times a week and my parents wouldn't let us leave the table until we finished everything on our plate. I'd bet them to let me serve myself because they always gave me so much. I spent many nights alone in the dark with a mouth full of food I wasn't allowed to spit out. Wasn't allowed to use the bathroom or go to sleep or my dad would beat and ground me. If he was going to bed he would set an alarm to come check on me. If I threw up he would make me just eat even more. Surprisingly he didn't make me eat my vomit.
Really fucked up my relationship with food to where I rarely enjoy eating, hard to feel hungry and its difficult to eat as much as I need.

Shit was weird because my parents often got shit for me not having lunch at school because we didn't have any food to give us nor could we afford to buy lunches and they seemed to try and 'make up' for it with dinner.

I really don't understand why so many parents are like that with forcing their kids to eat everything. My friend and his wife are like that with their kids and they get mad when their kids throw up.

GOULASH

Yeah, I feel the exact same way. I wish I was a normie

Chicken, my dad couldn't cook it worth shit, so it'd be fine on the outside, but raw on the inside, he did this so fucking often that I can't eat any sort of chicken now, no matter how well done it is, I gag the second it touches my tongue and most anything flavored like it at that

well, Mythbusters would use pig bodies to simulate human bodies so I guess it's sound logic

I associated food with some of the only positive moments in my childhood, so as a result junk food is some of my favorite food.
>parents divorced when I was a baby
>dad arsoned birthhome out of spite when my mom left him after he beat her when she confronted him about womanizing
>not enough evidence to charge, mom never told judges about his abuse for some fucking reason
>growing up all I ever knew were shitty custody battles and being shuffled between parents every week

>father really didn't give a shit about me and would make no special plans, merely treated me like a product he was paying for via child support
>would sneak me into bars or drag me along to his flavor-of-the-year gf's houses bc he was too cheap to hire a babysitter
>bar food like hot wings became my favorite
>six year old sitting by themselves in a bar eating wings
>also fast food bc he rarely cooked
>loved getting happy meals bc it was the only time I ever got any toys from visits w/ dad
>when my dad worked the jet ski rental during the summer I would wander the boating docks by myself
>would drink a can of Pepsi when it got super hot

>as I got older I grew wiser and started to voice needs
>he installed a fake kitchen and non-functional bathroom to trick court workers when they came to inspect the house
>grilled haddock became another nostalgic food because in the dead of winter he'd be using the propane grill to boil water and grill fish
>most times he was too lazy to grill and would just buy a rotisserie chicken from the store w/ some potato salad
>other times he would purposefully not tell me when we were going to eat or stretch it out for hours, even when I begged bc I was hungry
>when I finally got food it was a relief

Even though times were shit, I don't associate the food with bad memories because it was the only break I got from feeling like shit.

'Murican white family life, everybody!

Trailer trash, specifically.
>mom is actually middle class
Glad I chose the right side.

Sounds like a Karl Pilkington anecdote

Holy shit this happened to me too sooo fucking salty

>he installed a fake kitchen and non-functional bathroom to trick court workers when they came to inspect the house

You've posted this before

Was force fed beets by a shitty day care worker

Still hate beets, the smell alone makes me gag

Kek

Your dad is a sloppy sack o shit.

that sucks man, I'm sorry

Peanut Butter
Older Brothers used to put ants in my PB&J sandwiches as a prank when I was 6 and since then I never touched Peanut Butter since. When I think of Peanut Butter, the taste of live ants is all that I recall.