Worst meal you ever ate multiple times?

[lihpster]

Whether by need, or to avoid hurt feelings, or any one of a hundred other reasons, we all have gone back for more of something terrible time and time again. What was the worst thing you ate on multiple occasions and why?
In my case, when I was young, money was scarce and meat was scarcer, unless you got it yourself. When you did get something, you used it all. This led to things like deer heart hash, which can be edible if served with eggs and LOTS of ketchup or hot sauce. But hands down the very worst were boiled deer ribs. No contest. I'm talking the whole rib, separated and boiled to death. They weren't bad tasting, but the fat would coat the entire inside of your mouth like a thick film, The only thing that would cut it was boiling hot tea, drunk by the gallon. I think that's why I'm not fond of tea all these years later.
So, what was it? Sheep's eyeball with Bear Grylls? A raftmates toes? Dinty Moore's Beef Stew? Something hurt you and you were a glutton for punishment. What was it?

 

[Ivan the Butcher]

My wife is a wonderful cook, now! But 44 years ago, she made some really bad stuff! But she is smart enough not to try and feed me garbage twice.

Ivan

 

[SMSgt]

My new bride made fillet of soul once. Smelled like vomit tastes. Couldn't eat it. It took the dog three days to get hungry enough to eat it. We've never had it again. I don't eat anything bad more than once and avoid the once if I can.

 

[Tom S.]

Mom used to make liver periodically. Between me and my sisters, an entire bottle of ketchup would be used to mask the taste.

 

[LoboGunLeather]

Vietnam. Monsoon season, biblical quantities of rain, cold wind, soaked to the bone, huddling under a poncho in the boonies overnight, teeth chattering so loud the VC must hear me. Only C-ration meals left were ham & lima beans, more affectionately known as "ham & claymores" as a comparison of the huge fibrous limas that could never be sold in a US grocery store to the plastic-cased anti-personnel mines we used in defensive positions. Eaten cold straight from the can, endless mastication required to get a mouthful ready to swallow, then gagging to get it down, knowing that the only alternative would be hours of hunger waiting for something like sunrise in a Southeast Asia monsoon storm.

More treats inside the box! Canned fruitcake, just like people send to each other as gag gifts at Christmas time, somewhat comparable to a hockey puck with nuts and bits of unidentifiable fruit. A can of fruit cocktail, not too bad. Dehydrated coffee (reputed to have triple the caffeine), no way to heat water so nothing to be done with that. 4-pack of cigarettes, put those away and try to keep them dry, I'll need them in the morning.

Joy to the world! No incoming mortars or rockets so I can enjoy my meal in peace.

I can't think of another meal quite so bad as that.

 

[paplinker]

Mom used to make liver periodically. Between me and my sisters, an entire bottle of ketchup would be used to mask the taste.

My mom also liked making liver. It would smell so good while cooking it I would beg her for some.After one bite it was like I change my mind.

Maybe 20 years later,all grown up and a guy who will eat just about anything I visit my mom who again is making liver and fried onions. I figure whats the odds. A lot of things I didn't like as a kid I now eat. Took a bite and shook my head to her and said changed my mind. She was a great cook but liver is liver.lol

 

[THE PILGRIM]

Back in my Puppy Dog Days - went to Survival School.
We had some survival kit rations.
Tropical Chocolate- kind of like Baking Chocolate.
Yes Please!
Fruitcake. Who you calling a fruitcake? Yes Please!
Cereal Bar. Dissolved in hot water, Sort of like drinking hot glue.
Early in the morning with a cup of instant coffee, not that bad!
And then there was them Cheese Bars.
I would have liked to been at the meeting when they selected it.
Nobody I knew liked it! It was that bad.

 

[robvious]

sadly it was the "special meal" made by my mom for my first communion celebration..
roasted leg of lamb.. absolutely hated it... add mint jelly they said... oh that didn't work... yuck... the sophisticated palate of a 7 year old is NOT made for that stuff... I could eat it now.. minus the mint jelly... but still not my preferred protein at all... too much trauma.. lol

 

[Krogen]

Multiple times??? Not me, I'm a quick study. I have been fortunate enough not to have to eat whatever's available to survive. If I were faced with that situation, copious amounts of ketchup or hot sauce would probably get me by.

 

[Rustyt1953]

The hippocampus is truly remarkable. It reminds me why I no longer stick coat hangers in wall outlets and go back for seconds on chicken feet.

 

[mckenney99]

I was a fairly newly minted young Trooper working the 4p-12 midnight shift and because I'm the new guy I got stuck sitting dispatch because once again our regular dispatcher called off. The local sheriff is holding his annual wild game feast for the local LE/EMS/FD's at the local Fish & Game just down the road, prior to election season. The Troops on my shift stopped at the dinner and then brought me a heaped up plate for my dinner. There was quite a selection of sides and a huge pile of different "meats". Being the new guy and not wanting to be seen as a whimp, I sampled a bit of everything they brought. I finally got around to one of the "meats" which was round (should have been a hint) floured and fried and when I cut into the orb, it was bright yellow inside and rather fibrous and tough. My one and only taste of the yellow orb was the strongest, nastiest, most disgusting favor I have ever encountered. It was all I could do to keep everything I had already eaten down. The taste was something that stuck with me not only for the rest of the night, but for days. What was the orb of disgust? Reportedly, wild hog fries (testes) and it must have died of old age or had been a road kill that had been dead for days.

 

[lihpster]

Reportedly, wild hog fries (testes) and it must have died of old age or had been a road kill that had been dead for days.

Ham? Of course. Pork chops? Yes, please. Sausage? Always. Bacon? I'll fight you for it. Hog nuts? Not even once.

 

[lkabug]

The C-Ration chopped ham and eggs was a half bottle of Tabasco meal.
But Lobo nailed it with the ham and lime bean. Heating them over the flame of some C4 helped a bit.

 

[ancient-one]

I am with you on the liver. If it is overcooked to the point of almost being brittle and has plenty of good onions I can get a small piece down.
My worst meat was the lamb stew that they served at North Island NAS. All of their other food was good except for the Mush and syrup with no taste. I was among the few that loved baked beans for breakfast twice a week.

 

[arjay]

Brussels sprouts.” You will clear your plate and we will sit here until you’re done.” I learned to distract and sneak them on the ledge under the table lol
Hate them still!
Nasty,bitter, little raftmates toes

 

[SMSgt]

As a kid, I spent every dollar of my hard-earned allowance at the local Army-Navy surplus store. I could have stocked a platoon with useless, moldy, ragged surplus equipment, all of it perfect for a 10-year-old. One day while digging through the surplus cookware, I ran across a case of powdered eggs. The proprietor almost paid me to get them out of his store. I took them home and asked mom to cook them up for me for dinner. She mixed them with milk and almost broke the blender trying to get the clumps of egg powder to dissolve. Things went bad when dad, a WWII Seabee, came in and got a whiff of the pan of yellow goo on the stove. His "combat fatigue" set in, and he immediately collapsed into a fetal position and nearly dry-heaved his guts up. "Get them out of here," he gasped between heaves. Mom decided it was best to feed them to my dog. "It will give him a nice, shiny coat," she said and dumped the mess into the dog's bowl. Upon hearing the bowl clatter, my dog Elmer launched himself out from under my bed covers where he spent his days and charged through the house. As soon as he entered the kitchen, he smelled supper. The dog joined dad on the floor and dry heaved too. But a couple of days later the dog bowl was empty, the dog recovered and dad lost that 1000-yard stare. The powdered eggs really didn't help Elmer's coat get shiny, even after it grew back in. I learned all about "getting the dog eye" look after that.

 

[ameridaddy]

.... Only C-ration meals left were ham & lima beans, more affectionately known as "ham & claymores" ...
...endless mastication required to get a mouthful ready to swallow, then gagging to get it down...
A can of fruit cocktail, not too bad.

We called that ration "ham and lungs."
Funny, I agree the fruit cocktail wasn't too bad except for the pineapple bits. They were like gristle. Non smoker me traded the cigs for 20 year old stale chiclets - not too bad either.

At least I wasn't shivering in a monsoon waiting to be shot at like you were, but thinking back, those ham & limas made you wish you were dead. That slime wasn't even fit to throw at a junkyard dog.

 

[snowman]

I don't recall having to eat anything that was apparently as nasty-tasting as some of the other posters' entries here. But my mother fixed a few things when I was a little guy that I ate on a number of occasions only because when you're a kid you eat what your mother fixes. The offender that stands out to me were pork cutlets -made the house smell badly as well as tasting badly; also, as I recall, had a good bit of gristle, which I always despised.

Then there are just a few foods which need no preparation that I won't eat, the chief of which is any kind of melon -they all make me gag.

 

[czgunner]

Dude, I was in the Army. That's gotta count for something.

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[dsf]

Does baluut count?