What meal made your heart sink as a child

My mum is a really good cook but when she used to make Spaghetti Bolognese....YUK!! It was soild, sweet and tasted of metal, so goodness knows what she put in it, I daren't ask!

I've got a list-

souffle cheese omelette- minging, so bad it had the power to make me cry.

liver - bloody disgusting, like chewing the sole of my shoe.

braised beef - see above

bright yellow custard - with a skin.

The 70s just was not great for food. And my mum was a terrible, terrible cook. It gives me the shivers just thinking about it.

By the time I was about 14 I would only eat toast or chips. It wasn't through being fussy, just self preservation.

Liver.

It wasn't even the offal thing, because I loved a nice bit of steak and kidley!

My mother went through a phase of serving a lot of vegetarian food. But not delicious vegetable currys or stir frys or chili sin carne or whatever. Worthy food. Tasteless and undercooked rice and lentils and beans with no sauces or flavour. She was very careful to balance the amino acids, so we were eating complete protein. It was more of a science experiment than eating for pleasure.

A bit before that, she came across a health drink she called "pep-up". It was a milkshake type thing with skimmed milk powder, and fruit mixed with water. It may have contained wheat germ, and it definitely contained lecithin. It was horrid, and we had to gag down a glass every evening when we got home from school.

Probably Scrambled, it was yet another recipe Mum brought over from Granny in Ireland. Think they called it brawn?? Or is that some other thing? Thing is when we went on holidays, we never got any of that horrible food from any of the cousins. If I handed any of that food to either my husband or kids I'd be told to leave the house lol

Sprouts. Okay not a meal but still, sprouts with ANYTHING. I hated them, I still do-always will. I was once forced to eat them and ended up cramming so many in my mouth that I fitted, I could absolutely not leave the table until I'd eaten them and I was almost sick.My Dad (the one who coerced me) got scared of my reaction but still made me eat them.
I'll never ever touch them.

Also my Mum's favourite of fried eggs and baked beans. I hate eggs, and I hate baked beans. Gross-I feel sick just typing this.

Is that what my FIL calls 'head cheese', TractorTed? I think he was subjected to that a lot as a child, he shudders when he mentions it.

OMG!!! How could I forget, a half a pig's head boiled to within an inch of its life, the minced down, put in a pie dish and chilled, you could slice it when it set. Now that was grim I'm a very unfussy eater and will chance anything but I will never eat a pig's head, again

Grilled fish with orange breadcrumbs (from a shaker jar)

Monday leftovers from Sunday roast

If we did not eat it for lunch, the bitch re served it for dinner

Fish pie.....(boak)

Lambs hearts with mash and gravy. Jesus christ that was grim. I'd be left with a layer of fat coating my palate. I'd actually feel like crying when I came home from school to find them boiling away in a pan with all the frothy scum floating on top

Beanfeast. Me & my brother would swap it onto each other's plate until a scene erupted at the dinner table. Dad would tell us to shut up & eat it. I'm sure he didn't fancy it either... We would beg my mother not to buy it when we did the shopping. I knew exactly what shelf in the supermarket it was on! Still, it was her break from cooking every night. The rest of her food was lovely.

Cauliflower cheese is delicious but should never, ever share a plate with a roast dinner, that really is grim.

My Mum's version of a ''White Stew'', this consisted of bacon rashers, sausage, onions and potatoes all boiled in water. That was it, no sauce apart from a bucket of salt added to the already salty bacon This was classed as haute cuisine when she was a kid, we classed it as shite. We used to hear if we didn't eat it 'What about those poor starving babies in Africa??'' Till one of my brothers told her the poor feckers would send it back because it was horrible. It was all because my Dad loved it we got it once a week, my Dad loves yucky bland slops, till us kids, all 6 held a revolt and refused it.

(MN, we need a puke emoticon!!!)

All you cauliflower cheese haterz are weird. It's the food of the gods.

Ham steak with pineapple rings, lumpy mash and peas (still hate all of them). The most gag-inducing puddings were bread and butter pudding or custard tarts.

Cauliflower cheese. Fish pie.

I still remember, as do the rest of the family, the terrible Sunday lunch when it was decided it was about time we learnt to like fish pie.

Liver. My mum made liver in onion gravy with mash - I loved the mash and gravy and used to bolt the liver to get it over with so I could enjoy the rest.Turned out dear mum thought this meant I really liked it, so she gave me extra...

British 1980s salad: limp butterhead lettuce, grated carrot, half a tasteless orange tomato, cucumber slices, chopped celery, roll of reformed ham, half a hardboiled egg. In separate piles, with salad cream. I'm sure it's why I'm still not keen on salad.

I am salivating at some of your hated dinners though!

I cannot think of one meal my mother cooked that was nice. She ruined the simplest of dishes. I think she just couldn't be bothered.
She used to make this hard pink fish dust with Inedible edges. Took me a long time to realise it was salmon that she had baked till it was unrecognisable.
Spag Bol was flavourless and pasta was gloop.
Her idea of an English breakfast was everything on the plate raw and then microwaved. Microwaved sausage bacon and egg swimming on your plate is not very appetising.

Corn flakes. I remember sitting the the kitchen table gagging with every mouthful.

The free tinned EEC meat we got because we got because we were skint. It was so horrible.

And yes, I know what egg custard is (aka proper custard, or creme anglaise if you're on Masterchef) and I still have no idea what the uni halls catering staff thought they were making.

I know I wasn't a child, but it definitely made an impression on me.

In no particular order: liver, rhubarb, spam, lumpy mashed potato and lumpy custard.

It's been said up thread. Cauliflower cheese. Seriously. There is a reason you never see it on menus nowadays. It's not a meal! It's an unpleasant side dish. It would be unpleasant without the cheese and its even less pleasant with. Especially when the sauce cools and develops a thick skin.

Another liver and onions (and sometimes bacon) here.
Never, ever again.

Oh yes. Stewed plums was often an alternative to prunes at my school. Vinegary, watery, both too mushy and crunchy at the same time. Vile.

Uni halls had a habit of serving food that hadn't been dished out for other meals, in different guises, for as long as was deemed safe by no one with any sense. This led to the famous 'Egg Custard Week', where unsweetened slices of cold 2 inch thick cooked egg were served up time and time again. Nobody had pudding that week.

I have no idea how they weren't hauled over the food safety coals for that one.