What meal made your heart sink as a child

Stew, I never liked meat but was not allowed to give it up. When i was about 14 I once managed to feed mine to the cat after my mum went out and said I'd better have eaten up by the time she got back. She knows now :)

Homemade sponges, made with margarine. The middle would also be 2 inches thick with mainly margarine - with maybe a little bit of icing sugar to bind it.
To this day I can't stand cakes with butter margarine icing in the middle.

Casseroled pink lambs' kidneys & lumpy mash, which I was regularly presented with in digs.

For me it's a piece of ham with cauliflower cheese. I don't like cauliflower

I never just boil potatoes now....apart from little new potatoes...who just boils a big, white, floury spud!?

That is exactly how I feel about potatoes from my childhood. Who could possibly enjoy a horrible, dry, fluffy chunk of potato all on its own. And they so often came with tinned meat and no gravy. Even if there was gravy (usually when you git mince and tatties) you didn't want it to touch your potato as it actually made it worse. The fluffy bits of potato combined with crappy gravy produce something that sets like concrete in your mouth and is almost impossible to swallow.

When we did have mash it was terrible. Same nasty potatoes mashed up with no butter or even milk to improve things. I thought I hated mash (even more than I hated potatoes) until i was an adult and was served proper, nice, creamy mash. No lumps and flavour; it was a revelation.

Fried egg or tinned tomatoes, they always made me heave. I don't make DS eat anything he doesn't like and he always has a say in meals.

Boiled ham boiled potatoes and white sauce :/ nothing more bland and the white sauce didn't taste of anything blllluuuuggghhh!!!

Smoked yellow haddock EVERY week so it seemed
followed by tinned peaches (tinned fruit cocktail if you wanted to be fancy, swimming in a pool of Ideal Milk. Or tinned cream if you were lucky.
Tins ruled back then.

Chilli con carne

I once vomited after a big plate of this ( we all had a bug) and ever since I can't stand it. I remember heaving as I sat there being made to finish it as ' there are starving children in Africa'

Boiled bacon and pease pudding. Foul.

Sandwich Spread sandwiches. Sick in a Sandwich [ency]

Mums mashed potato. (boak)

It was that hard, you could slice it.

And that was with gravy on

ahhhhhh Bumpsadaisie you are lovely the 1980's was a decade of culinary challenge indeed.

Bees GOD. Boiled potatoes. How grim they were. Three big lumps of white spud on the plate, beside a chop or something....so unappetizing!

I never just boil potatoes now....apart from little new potatoes...who just boils a big, white, floury spud!?

It's not luncheon meat, it's Spam and I loved it in sandwiches or fried, with or without batter.

My stringy cat and I will survive a nuclear/zombie apocalypse on tinned food. We will ride over your bodies in a chariot drawn by thousands of enslaved cockroaches.

Mwhahaahahaha

Liver and onions! I was a human dustbin otherwise and would eat anything else that was put in front of me. Luckily my DM cottoned on to this and from about 10 onwards I was spared the ordeal and given something else instead. Thank god nobody I know serves this anymore and my lovely DH hates it too.

thank goodness "rimmed fish" was a typo. I thought it was some awful thing from the seventh circle of 1970s culinary hell. My mind has been boggling about what on earth it could mean!

Whisket you poor sausage. How could anyone do that do a hungry five year old!

Mine was:

• boiled potatoes (but not potatoes suitable for boiling)
• over cooked cabbage
• baked beans
• well done burnt bacon

And the piece de resistance was the bacon far would be poured over the potatoes and the cabbage to give everything an acrid greasy taste.

Fish pie with parsley sauce, took me years to anywhere near a fish pie again.

Luncheon meat.

Anything that glows in the dark has no place on a dinner plate.

I've spent 15 pages feeling sick.

Can I add my childhood bete noire? Some Fridays my df would proudly return from work bearing... bloaters . These were stinking white fish full of bones. Just the name was enough to ruin my weekend.

Pretend Pie.
My mum can't cook. She used to make this disgusting meat thing with gravy and stick a square of puff pastry next to it and called it steak pie!

One I was given tongue to eat! Fucking TONGUE!
My dad used to check the bin to make sure we hadn't thrown our tea away, so I posted it through the letter box and prayed that a dog would walk by and eat it!

As an adult I am a bit funny about food texture, as a child I didn't have the choice. There was one food that really used to make me cry and that was pilchard sandwiches, digusting mashed up tinned pilchards in tomato sauce on a sandwich, for my packed lunch, three times a week, when I was 5. Take a moment to think about just how warm, pungent, soggy and revolting the bread was as I peeled it from the bottom of my lunchbox. The dinner ladies used to stand over me until I ate it and say 'your Mummy wouldn't give you something you didn't like'. I used get agonising stomach cramps from the stress of it. The day I went onto school dinners is one of my happiest school memories :)
Fellow pilchard sufferers you have my sympathy!

Heinz spaghetti bolognese with corned beef. Indescribably awful.