What meal made your heart sink as a child

yes to 'wild meat' chewy meat and lead fragments. eurgh

Anything with Mums over boiled tasteless rank cauliflower. I didn't eat cauliflower again till exDPs DM made Italian cauliflower fritters - they are amazing.

Faggots in gravy . I dread to think what was in them. Bought frozen from a dodgy economy frozen food store then allowed to defrost before being cooked (we didn't have a freezer to keep them in).

Agree it was a curse of being born in the seventies/eighties, the truly horrible meals.

Sprouts my parents never believed that they tasted bitter to me and my sister and we were forced to eat them - even now I gag if I smell them and can't eat them. We also got them served for tea if we refused them at Sunday lunch. DSis once gagged so much she nearly vommed so that stopped after that. I became a vegetarian as a teenager to avoid some of my Mum's meals.

Mum's liver and bacon, tough as old boots which my Dad loved. Also her meat pie - tough gristly meat with watery gravy and pastry which was so hard you couldn't cut it.

DD is never forced to eat food she doesn't like.

I'm guessing we're mostly mid-seventies to early-eighties born as so many of these meals sound familiar!

Boil in the bag fish with boiled potatoes & peas was also a regular in our house.

Liver & onions, not so much but still grim. My first boyfriend cooked liver the night I went round to meet his parents - it was the only time I ate it without complaining. Thankfully his lovely mum had made dessert!

I also have less than fond memories of mince in it's various guises. I'm nearly 40 now and I will only eat it if I've bought & cooked it myself. Don't even let DH do it and he's a chef!

my godfather was a hunter.
he and my godmother would host these snobbish dinner parties where all the adults were oohing and aahing over meals made out of wild boar or pheasants or deer or rabbits while
my sister and I hated the inedible chewy meats, gagged and sometimes ended up being sick.
I'm sorry but they were truly horrible.
all this 30 years ago in Communist Hungary, all those game meats were a really big deal.
our parents were furious that we weren't grateful for "such a treat".
but at the next occasion we sulked again and wished for eggy bread.

yuck yuck yuck to all wild meat, even the memory of them..bleurgh

Sago, Semolina, ReadyBrek, Warm Milk, Angel Delight, Tripe.

I disliked the Angel Delight because a neighbour gave me some as a treat and next day I had the Flu. I blamed it on the angel delight for years.

Apart from those things Id eat anything, even school dinners, and I was really lucky that my mum and granny were good cooks who could serve up really tasty dinners and tea.

I even liked the poached fish, we called it fish'in'milk, I think it was an Irish thing and we'd have it on a Friday because we had to eat fish on a Friday.

We'd go to my granny for our dinner once we were at Secondary School and we knew what day of the week it was by what we'd have for our dinner. My grandad had a lifetime of it but we still loved her meals and we'd say they were tasty cos she stirred in love.

Shepherds pie, liver and bacon, Lancashire hotpot and for school dinners...Manchester tart....bleurghhhhh. Strangely now I love all of these dinners, with the exception of Manchester tart.

Vegetable milk soup

Thats a WWII recipe, it was designed to get the most goodness into a family on the ration. Sounds revolting but when needs must.....

why did parsley sauce and broad beans always get served on the same plate? Usually with over cooked cod poached in milk? (FYI smoked fish poached in milk, non smoked poached in water!)

2 things that are both utterly gopping on the same plate, 2 wrongs dont make a right!

Pheasant with broad beans

Baked beans

Any cereal with warm milk

All three meals are enough to make me cry still

Belly pork slices, done in a big round casserole tin with Campbell's vegetable soup and Lord knows what else in there
My mam used to make it every coupleof weeks and I hated, loathed, and detested it. Even the thought of it makes me heave a bit, and I am now 44
I still hate belly pork to this day :(

My mum's 'green curry'. It was basically a variation of your mince, potatoes, carrots and peas dish with the addition of some ginger/garlic, coriander leaves, sultanas and Keen's curry powder. It was shockingly bad. I remember once all three of us were throwing up after one meal of it. Obviously something must have been wrong with the meat but at the time, and for a long time afterwards, I thought it was because it tasted so disgusting. Mum would make it every couple of years after she had forgotten about the reaction the last time she had made it.

Meatloaf

Tripe, eurgh!!!
Kidneys
Bernard Mathews Turkey Roast, had loads of chewy bits in it.
Pudding used to be Angel Delight which was much welcomed after the horrors of the main. My mum stopped buying it after she spilt a bowl of strawberry angel delight on the kitchen work top and it dyed it bright pink, she never managed to get the stain out. After that she panicked that if it could do that to a worktop what was it doing to our insides. Sadly for us pudding then changed to rice pudding with a spoonful of jam on top.

Tongue
Liver

My DB loves both so my mum cooked it regularly. The house stank for days and my DSis and I were gagging.

And - but not quite so bad -

Sprouts
Raisins

My heart sank when yet another cake was baked with raisins, as I hated them. I wasn't allowed to pick them out, so it was no cake for me.

I have always loved sprouts. I didn't meet broccoli till I was in my twenties but I detest cucumber. I had a half Italian uncle so decent pasta was always part of my life.

Tapioca pudding (looks and tastes like frogspawn)
Bread and butter pudding
Rice pudding (which was thin and watery, nothing like ambrosia)

YUK!

I remember gagging when made to eat these.

Brawn is lush. I never had to eat it as a child, though. And I only ever ate lovely stuff full of parsley and a really delicate jelly.

Now haslet... and luncheon meat [boak]

My mum once served me saveloys. She said that she had them every week, as a child. I was surprised she survived the experience. Yuck!

I must have been lucky. I don't remember mum ever giving me anything I didn't like. She made savoury mince cooked from scratch with onions and carrots. It was serven in a biggish Yorkshire pud which had a little Yorkshire iside it filled with mashed potato. Sometimes there was extra gravy round it as a moat :) I loved lambs liver with onion gravy, cabbage and mash. My absolute favourite was egg, beans and chips! Dad had sausage with his. On Friday nights we had fish and chips from the chip shop. I had to have a 'tail end without batter' and I complained that my friends over the road were allowed just chips and scraps (of batter).

I always hated cabbage, too. White cabbage, over seasoned and boiled for about a week. Vile.

I eat cabbage a lot, now. Never white cabbage and never cooked for more than about 5 minutes!

My first primary school used to serve mashed potato with green lumps in. We were all convinced it was mouldy.

Vegetable milk soup. I can still remember the smell and taste of it. It was hell. Just thinking about it makes me gag.

Quenelle Lyonnaise, vichyssoise (couldn't understand cold soup as a child), spatzle (even now I find it heavy), spotted dick ('nuff said!).

Admirals Fish Pie.
I feel quite Ill just thinking about it now.
Sloppy fishy mash with chunks in it.
Have never eaten a ready meal ever since childhood. Or fish pie.
Also, when I was a teen, my mum bought these things called toaster pockets. I had a chicken tikka one and was vommiting through the night. I have also never eaten anything tikka again.
Lastly, those yoghurt drinks. Dm was concerned I never ate breakfast so bought a load of these for me to take to school. After 4 hours of them sweating in my bag I slurped one straight down. It was like sour milk. I didn't drink milk from aged 1 as it was allergic to cows milk (she put me on it too young as formula was too expensive and I was allergic so never got used to the taste as a small child). Now I still don't touch milk. Or yoghurt