What meal made your heart sink as a child

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For me i think it was mince and potatoes. The mince was from a tin ffs!! With tinned peas and carrots.

My mum used to make me eat this and i would gag and cry! Oh and fucking ready brek as i would get pneumonia if i didn't eat it - boak

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!

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.

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.

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

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!!!)

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

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.

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

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)

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

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.

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.

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

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.

Liver.

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

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.

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!

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

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

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

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.

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).

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!

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.

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.