My writing about the nasty fermented fish goo I ate brought up a number
of bad memories regarding food, from my childhood.

I remember being in kindy and visiting a friend's house to play. Her
Mom offered us cottage cheese with milk on it. I was grossed out by
the thought, but took it anyway, trying to be polite. It was rancid
and tasted horrible - I spit it out and gagged. The Mom scolded me for
not eating it and sent me home. I cried and gagged all the way down
the street. Surprisingly, cottage cheese is now one of my favorite
foods.

I think I related the story about the bartender/restaurant owner who
tricked me into eating an anchovy when I was little. I still haven't
recovered from that one.

I used to have to spend time at a neighbor's house and she would fix us
kids lunch. She always made het tuna sandwiches from a can of tuna
that had apparently sat in the fridge opened, for awhile. It tasted
like metal and was dark-colored, and dry. She buttered the bread,
spread a tiny bit of tuna on it and then slathered it with cheap Mayo
that was really greasy. I still remember the smell and shudder when I
think about it.

Semi-food related: When I was little (like 2.5) my brothers and
sisters put me in a roasting pan, covered my tummy with butter, salt
and pepper and pretended they were going to put me in the oven. I
thought it was great fun until they actually opened the oven door...

Do you have bad food memories from childhood (or otherwise) that stick
out in your mind?

In article .com>,
"-L." > wrote:

> Do you have bad food memories from childhood (or otherwise) that stick
> out in your mind?

Two incidents.
When I was four or five, I was forced to eat asparagus. I obliged and
threw up on the table. In the fifties, asparagus was simmered for an
hour or two. But that isn't an excuse. I love the stuff now.
When I was six or seven, we had Thanksgiving at the same cooks house. I
had a big turkey drumstick and loved it. Unfortunately, it was way less
than rare and I pitched later on. For a day or two if I remember.
I don't think she was a good cook looking back on it now.

leo

--
<http://web0.greatbasin.net/~leo/>

On 11 Oct 2006 23:38:57 -0700, "-L." > wrote:

>My writing about the nasty fermented fish goo I ate brought up a number
>of bad memories regarding food, from my childhood.
>
<snip>
>
>Do you have bad food memories from childhood (or otherwise) that stick
>out in your mind?

I remember roasting hot dogs in the fireplace on weekends and eating
popcorn for Sunday supper. Dad liked his peanutbutter and marshmallow
sandwiches and I ate them when he did. After I grew up, I fed them to
nieces and nephews which secured my status as a culinary genius in
their eyes (forever).

I also remember Shish kabob flambe (they darkened the room) in Florida
and smorgasboard at the Swedish club in Chicago. Mmmmm.
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Leonard Blaisdell wrote:
> When I was six or seven, we had Thanksgiving at the same cooks house. I
> had a big turkey drumstick and loved it. Unfortunately, it was way less
> than rare and I pitched later on. For a day or two if I remember.
> I don't think she was a good cook looking back on it now.

God, you're lucky you didn't die from that turkey. That could have
been *really* serious.

-L.

>
> Do you have bad food memories from childhood (or otherwise) that stick
> out in your mind?
>


Cabbage boiled for ages until it turned into a grey-green sludge, the smell
filled the house and defeated the appetite of even a growing boy.

But I had it good! My Dad said his mother cooked it the same way until
somebody told her that the goodness went into the water - which is true to
some extent. Did she cook it less or steam it, or perhaps lightly fry it
instead to reduce the loss of vitamins and minerals? No. She reasoned that
this water was a resource not to be wasted so my Dad had to drink it. True
story. I can still picture him shivering as he recounted the story.

David

-L. wrote:

>
> Do you have bad food memories from childhood (or otherwise) that stick
> out in your mind?
>

Yup. Was about 6 years old. Told Dad I didn't want my breakfast one
morning (bacon and eggs) because I didn't feel well. He thought I was
just "being naughty" so sat next to me and insisted that I eat it. I
did. A few minutes later it all came back up - and most of it went all
over Dad! LOL. He never "forced" me to eat anything ever again. And to
this day I cannot face "early breakfast". I love bacon and eggs, but at
around 10-11am in the morning.

--
Cheers
Chatty Cathy

-L. said...

> Do you have bad food memories from childhood (or otherwise) that stick
> out in your mind?


I must've been about 5 y.o. (the crappy food days of Mom's cooking). For
dinner she served us a canned ham. She didn't cook it just sliced it up,
jelly and all. I took one bite and it was so icky and salty, I tried to
swallow it but it wouldn't go down and instead I vomited all over the
table. She never served canned ham again.

Andy

"-L." > wrote in message
oups.com...
> My writing about the nasty fermented fish goo I ate brought up a number
> of bad memories regarding food, from my childhood.
>
> I remember being in kindy and visiting a friend's house to play. Her
> Mom offered us cottage cheese with milk on it. I was grossed out by
> the thought, but took it anyway, trying to be polite. It was rancid
> and tasted horrible - I spit it out and gagged. The Mom scolded me for
> not eating it and sent me home. I cried and gagged all the way down
> the street. Surprisingly, cottage cheese is now one of my favorite
> foods.

(Snip for Brevity........................................... ......)

I was in 'Boarding' School all of 1948..Run by the crankiest lot of Nun's
you could ever 'not' want to meet.. :-))I was an 8 year old...I had to go
there because my own Mother was crippled and my Father was in hospital for
neigh on 1 year being treated for 'Tuberculosis'... My staple food was
(every day) stale bread in a bowl with hot milk poured over it....I can
still 'Taste' it..even after all these years ... And the meat was mostly
always 'Sausages' of very poor quality !....I never ate sausages much again
until I was married in 65'...I now love all the different varieties ....

--
Bigbazza (Barry)..(The Boy from Oz)

-L. wrote:
> Do you have bad food memories from childhood (or otherwise) that stick
> out in your mind?

Only that Mom hated to cook so she bought frozen "dinners" when they became
available in the late 1960's/early 70's. You know, "frozen turkey in gravy"
where there was more gravy than anything you could call turkey? That and
boxed mashed potatoes or Minute rice.

When I was 5, we lived in New Jersey and Mom went on a shopping trip to NYC
with her girlfriends, leaving Dad to cook for us. He made spaghetti, but he
neglected to drain the pasta. He dumped the sauce, which probably would
have been pretty good, into the water and we've made fun of his watery
spaghetti ever since.

Jill

jmcquown said...

> He dumped the sauce, which probably would
> have been pretty good, into the water and we've made fun of his watery
> spaghetti ever since.


Hence the term "army brat"???

Andy

Andy wrote:
> jmcquown said...
>
>> He dumped the sauce, which probably would
>> have been pretty good, into the water and we've made fun of his
>> watery spaghetti ever since.
>
>
> Hence the term "army brat"???
>
> Andy

He'd shoot you for saying that, Andy. He's a Marine In fact, it says so
on his return address labels - USMC Retired. Not that he's proud of it or
anything.

Jill

jmcquown said...

> Andy wrote:
>> jmcquown said...
>>
>>> He dumped the sauce, which probably would
>>> have been pretty good, into the water and we've made fun of his
>>> watery spaghetti ever since.
>>
>>
>> Hence the term "army brat"???
>>
>> Andy
>
> He'd shoot you for saying that, Andy. He's a Marine In fact, it
> says so on his return address labels - USMC Retired. Not that he's
> proud of it or anything.
>
> Jill


I stand corrected. USMC brat! <VBG>

Andy

On 11 Oct 2006 23:38:57 -0700, "-L." > wrote:

>Do you have bad food memories from childhood (or otherwise) that stick
>out in your mind?

Lime Jello mixed with canned peas, carrots, celery, and martini
onions. (As a counterpoint, black cherry Jello made with sour
cherries, walnut pieces and red wine was pretty damn good.)

Creamed corn with canned Vienna sausages topped with American cheese
and crushed Saltines.

Michael "Dog3" Lonergan said...

> Andy <q> :
>
>> -L. said...
>>
>>> Do you have bad food memories from childhood (or otherwise) that
>>> stick out in your mind?
>>
>>
>> I must've been about 5 y.o. (the crappy food days of Mom's cooking).
>> For dinner she served us a canned ham. She didn't cook it just sliced
>> it up, jelly and all. I took one bite and it was so icky and salty, I
>> tried to swallow it but it wouldn't go down and instead I vomited all
>> over the table. She never served canned ham again.
>>
>> Andy
>
> Interesting how a little puke will give the adults a clue as to what
> NOT to do for young children, food wise
>
> Michael


Michael,

I saved my sister and brother and Pop from the anguish, or so I'd like to
think.

Andy

"-L." wrote:
>
> My writing about the nasty fermented fish goo I ate brought up a number
> of bad memories regarding food, from my childhood.
>
> I remember being in kindy and visiting a friend's house to play. Her
> Mom offered us cottage cheese with milk on it. I was grossed out by
> the thought, but took it anyway, trying to be polite. It was rancid
> and tasted horrible - I spit it out and gagged. The Mom scolded me for
> not eating it and sent me home. I cried and gagged all the way down
> the street. Surprisingly, cottage cheese is now one of my favorite
> foods.
>
> I think I related the story about the bartender/restaurant owner who
> tricked me into eating an anchovy when I was little. I still haven't
> recovered from that one.
>
> I used to have to spend time at a neighbor's house and she would fix us
> kids lunch. She always made het tuna sandwiches from a can of tuna
> that had apparently sat in the fridge opened, for awhile. It tasted
> like metal and was dark-colored, and dry. She buttered the bread,
> spread a tiny bit of tuna on it and then slathered it with cheap Mayo
> that was really greasy. I still remember the smell and shudder when I
> think about it.
>
> Semi-food related: When I was little (like 2.5) my brothers and
> sisters put me in a roasting pan, covered my tummy with butter, salt
> and pepper and pretended they were going to put me in the oven. I
> thought it was great fun until they actually opened the oven door...
>
> Do you have bad food memories from childhood (or otherwise) that stick
> out in your mind?

Peas!! My Mom never made me eat them, but I was at an aunt's house
for lunch one day and she was upset that I didn't want to eat them.
Fast forward 45 years, My same aunt and my Mom were in a Chinese
restaurant and I was surreptitiously picking the peas out of my veg.
fried rice. No one noticed, but I had a hard time not cracking up with
laughter at the scenario....Sharon

"-L." wrote:
>
> My writing about the nasty fermented fish goo I ate brought up a number
> of bad memories regarding food, from my childhood.
>
> I remember being in kindy and visiting a friend's house to play. Her
> Mom offered us cottage cheese with milk on it. I was grossed out by
> the thought, but took it anyway, trying to be polite. It was rancid
> and tasted horrible - I spit it out and gagged. The Mom scolded me for
> not eating it and sent me home. I cried and gagged all the way down
> the street. Surprisingly, cottage cheese is now one of my favorite
> foods.
>
> I think I related the story about the bartender/restaurant owner who
> tricked me into eating an anchovy when I was little. I still haven't
> recovered from that one.
>
> I used to have to spend time at a neighbor's house and she would fix us
> kids lunch. She always made het tuna sandwiches from a can of tuna
> that had apparently sat in the fridge opened, for awhile. It tasted
> like metal and was dark-colored, and dry. She buttered the bread,
> spread a tiny bit of tuna on it and then slathered it with cheap Mayo
> that was really greasy. I still remember the smell and shudder when I
> think about it.
>
> Semi-food related: When I was little (like 2.5) my brothers and
> sisters put me in a roasting pan, covered my tummy with butter, salt
> and pepper and pretended they were going to put me in the oven. I
> thought it was great fun until they actually opened the oven door...
>
> Do you have bad food memories from childhood (or otherwise) that stick
> out in your mind?

My Mom's unseasoned fried hamburger, boiled potatoes, not mashed, or
mashed to slime, turned-to-leather pork chops....Mom wasn't a good
cook. The irony of it all is that she's in a senior residence where she
eats in the dining room, complaining that the food isn't very
tasty...Sharon

Michael "Dog3" Lonergan wrote:
> Todd and I had a good start to
> the summer until... I decided to feed him scrambled eggs for breakfast one
> morning. He was probably almost a year old. He blew up like a balloon... He
> couldn't breathe. His face was all red. I desperately tried to reach my
> parents. Couldn't find them. I threw him into the car and went to ER. I was
> told if I had waited any longer Todd would have suffocated because his
> throat was almost swollen shut. He had an egg allergy. I was hysterical by
> the time we got to the hospital. I won't even tell you how I made my
> parents suffer the rest of the summer He outgrew the allergy but to this
> day if you serve him a plate of eggs he basically runs from the table.
> He'll eat eggs in cakes etc. but if he has to look at them he gets ill.
>
> Michael
>

That's exactly the same reaction I had when I had my first flu shot,
forty or more years ago.

Forty or more years ago my father wanted to avoid the yearly flu
absenteeism in our business, which employed about ninety factory
workers and ten office workers and executives and he asked his doctor
to come in one day and give flu shots to all.

The good doctor started with the offices and then went into the
factory. My left arm in which I had been stuck with the needle felt a
little sore, but I paid no attention to it. Then one of the other
women started to yell: "Look at Margaret" and at that moment, the
left sleeve of my blouse started to shred because my arm had swelled
up and I felt as if I were drowning. I didn't see it, but my face had
swollen to something worthy of a horror picture and I was unable to
breathe.

Someone from the office ran outside to get the doctor, who took one
look at me and got the antihistamine, but also warned me that I might
have to be rushed to the near-by hospital.

The drug did its work and the swelling subsided within minutes. By
then the other sleeve had shredded, too and the loss of the blouse was
the only negative memory I had of the allergic reaction I suffered.
For some reason, I wasn't one bit scared.

The doctor advised me not to have any more flu shots and said that the
egg in the serum had caused the swelling. My father gave me some
money to replace the blouse, something like three dollars.

> In article .com>,
> "-L." > wrote:
>
>> Do you have bad food memories from childhood (or otherwise) that stick
>> out in your mind?

Oh, yeaaaah!

Five-year-old to Mom: "I want a raw oyster!"
Mom: "You really wouldn't like it."
Five-year-old: "I WANT A RAW OYSTER!"
Mom: "OK, but if you put it in your mouth you have to swallow it."

It was another 60 or so years before I tried another one.

Felice

On Thu, 12 Oct 2006 10:14:58 -0400, "Felice Friese"
> wrote:

>Mom: "OK, but if you put it in your mouth you have to swallow it."

Um. I'll have to remember that line.

Lou

One time on Usenet, "-L." > said:

<snip>

> Do you have bad food memories from childhood (or otherwise) that stick
> out in your mind?

Other than my second step-mother's cooking (scrambled eggs with
chunks of cabbage?), no, not really... :-)

--
"Little Malice" is Jani in WA
~ mom, Trollop, novice cook ~

One time on Usenet, "Felice Friese" > said:
> > In article .com>,
> > "-L." > wrote:
> >
> >> Do you have bad food memories from childhood (or otherwise) that stick
> >> out in your mind?
>
> Oh, yeaaaah!
>
> Five-year-old to Mom: "I want a raw oyster!"
> Mom: "You really wouldn't like it."
> Five-year-old: "I WANT A RAW OYSTER!"
> Mom: "OK, but if you put it in your mouth you have to swallow it."
>
> It was another 60 or so years before I tried another one.

Oh Felice, you reminded me of a time when I was helping my
grandparents shuck oysters. I was also about 5, and they insisted
I eat one raw. I might not have minded so much, except for the sand.
I'm still not a fan of them raw, but managed to make $1 eating one
that way as a waitress in high school. The cooks had bet I wouldn't
do it. Love your story, btw...

--
"Little Malice" is Jani in WA
~ mom, Trollop, novice cook ~

I was about 7 and had the mumps. I was up before the crack of dawn with
what else a sore throat. For the first and last time my dad got up with me.
He suggested he make breakfast and we watch the sunrise. That sounded
wonderful to me until I got my plate of sloppy wet scrambled eggs. I said
the one thing that dads can't stand "That's not how mommy makes them." I
was sunk then, because my dad wasn't going to let me not eat them, because
according to him "Mommy has been making them all wrong." He forced me to
eat them and I threw up and missed the sunrise. To this day I don't like
wet eggs. On the other hand my son instructed me that he likes scrambled
eggs the way Grandpa makes them. It took me several tries to get the out of
the pan wet.

Lynne

-L. wrote:

> It tasted
> like metal and was dark-colored, and dry. She buttered the bread,
> spread a tiny bit of tuna on it and then slathered it with cheap Mayo
> that was really greasy. I still remember the smell and shudder when I
> think about it.

And then they wonder why kids are picky eaters....

Too much mayo makes me gag, too. What's really revolting is baked tuna
noodle casserole. The faintest whiff of that will make me hurl.



Dawn

Oh, so many.....

My moms "cooked until they are good and dead" pork chops. The recipe
began, like nearly all her recipes, with the cast iron skillet and 1/4
inch of wesson oil. Heat it up and cook the pork chops for at least a
half and hour until they are crispy and dry (well, except for the wesson
oil dripping off them). There was no cutting these things.

Fried eggs were done the same way.

Oh, and bacon. Until it shattered.

The worst dinner though was cabbage night. Chop up a head or two of
cabbage and let it cook covered in the electric skillet for at least an
hour. Add in a few kielbasa for the adults and 1/2 hot dog per child.
Now, all us kids could eat a whole hot dog (and were served them) but on
cabbage night she only gave us half. Bizarre. It was a disgusting
dinner, slimy, smelly, horrid.

But those dinners were better than when dad was out of town. Then we
were treated to Lamb chops and told they were pork chops and rabbit and
told it was chicken and liver and onions. Gag. She served everything
our father hated. It was dreadful. And as dad worked for IBM, sadly,
he traveled often.

And I don't know how she did it, but she could make runny, watery Cream
of Wheat that had dry lumps in it. gag.

She always lamented that we were so skinny. ;-)

marcella

On Thu, 12 Oct 2006 08:23:04 -0700, Marcella Peek
> wrote:

>Oh, so many.....
>
>My moms "cooked until they are good and dead" pork chops. The recipe
>began, like nearly all her recipes, with the cast iron skillet and 1/4
>inch of wesson oil. Heat it up and cook the pork chops for at least a
>half and hour until they are crispy and dry (well, except for the wesson
>oil dripping off them). There was no cutting these things.

My mom did them in an electric frying pan for many hours with
rice-a-roni. Same with chicken. No wonder we went through 2 gallons
of milk a day. Now when I visit her she I cook as she knows I won't
eat her cooking. But she's also smart enough to realize I'm a better
cook than she is, and enjoys my meals.

lou

snip
> Do you have bad food memories from childhood (or otherwise) that stick
> out in your mind?
>

not a childhood memory, but a bad meal at boyfriend's (and future in-law)
house, where the roast lamb/beef/whatever was cooked without any seasoning
whatsoever; just bunged in the oven with some sort of vegetable oil

roast spuds were done the same way, other vegies were cooked to mush, and
the "gravy" was made of just pan juices...again with no seasoning -
bleeccchhhh!!!

after coming from a household where one parent (dad) was a sous-chef, and
other was simply a great cook, this "in-law" food was just stomach
churning...the smell of meat cooking without any seasoning still makes me
gag...eg can't brown mince without adding something to it, like garlic, or
onion, or whatever

-L. wrote:

> Do you have bad food memories from childhood (or otherwise) that stick
> out in your mind?

Yep, the birthday party I attended where the only food served (other
than the cake & icecream) was egg salad sandwiches. At the time I
loathed eggs, no matter how they were cooked, but trying to be polite I
gagged one down -- much to my dismay, and that of the other guests, it
didn't stay down and I didn't make it away from the table before it
came back up. I still won't eat egg salad, although I enjoy Spanish
omelets and hard boiled eggs with lots of salt & pepper.

The other occasion was at least at home. Cream of Wheat, my brother's
favorite food. I had no particular dislike of the stuff but I was
incubating a fierce case of gastroenteritis when I had my last bowl of
it. When I got violently ill, the only thing I could taste coming up
was cream of wheat. I haven't eaten it again in 45 years. Every time
I see the stuff on the shelf at the grocery store the memory returns.

Something Mom served regularly was salt cod & scrunchions (bits of
salted fatback, rendered until crisp) with plain boiled potatoes. When
she served that my brothers and I usually retreated to a meal of bread
& peanut butter (they ate theirs sprinkled with sugar, I ate mine with
molasses). Fast forward to 1976, Toronto, I'm 22 and recently wed.
One day I called Mom:
"Mom, how do you cook salt cod & scrunchions?"
"Oh, my God! You're pregnant!"
"Eh?????"
"You hate salt cod & scrunchions so if you're craving that you're
pregnant."
"Sorry to disappoint you mom, I'm just craving salt cod."

Gabby

"-L." > wrote :

> Surprisingly, cottage cheese is now one of my favorite
> foods.
>

There is a world of difference between supermarket generics and
BREAKSTONE'S cottage cheese.

It is just amazing. I love the 4% (full fat) Breakstones, and
often have a spoon or two when I get the munchies at night.
The high protein makes it more satisfying than other snacks
might be. I really like it.



--
Posted via a free Usenet account from http://www.teranews.com

In article .com>,
says...
> The Mom scolded me for
> not eating it and sent me home. I cried and gagged all the way down
> the street.

Aww... But you were probably better off being sent home, who knows what
she would've made you try next! I can't imagine any adult scolding a
kid for not liking something.

> Do you have bad food memories from childhood (or otherwise) that stick
> out in your mind?

Other than the gelatinous fish I mentioned, the most horrible food
memory I have was the first time I saw a tongue boiling in a pot (my mom
was fond of tongue and mustard sandwiches). To this day, I've never
tried it, and I don't think I ever will.

Peri

-L. wrote:
> My writing about the nasty fermented fish goo I ate brought up a number
> of bad memories regarding food, from my childhood.
>
> I remember being in kindy and visiting a friend's house to play. Her
> Mom offered us cottage cheese with milk on it. I was grossed out by
> the thought, but took it anyway, trying to be polite. It was rancid
> and tasted horrible - I spit it out and gagged. The Mom scolded me for
> not eating it and sent me home. I cried and gagged all the way down
> the street. Surprisingly, cottage cheese is now one of my favorite
> foods.
>
> I think I related the story about the bartender/restaurant owner who
> tricked me into eating an anchovy when I was little. I still haven't
> recovered from that one.
>
> I used to have to spend time at a neighbor's house and she would fix us
> kids lunch. She always made het tuna sandwiches from a can of tuna
> that had apparently sat in the fridge opened, for awhile. It tasted
> like metal and was dark-colored, and dry. She buttered the bread,
> spread a tiny bit of tuna on it and then slathered it with cheap Mayo
> that was really greasy. I still remember the smell and shudder when I
> think about it.
>
> Semi-food related: When I was little (like 2.5) my brothers and
> sisters put me in a roasting pan, covered my tummy with butter, salt
> and pepper and pretended they were going to put me in the oven. I
> thought it was great fun until they actually opened the oven door...
>
> Do you have bad food memories from childhood (or otherwise) that stick
> out in your mind?
Went to Monterey when I was a kid. My parents took us out to a fancy
restaurant on Cannery Row. I ordered steamer clams, thinking they would
be like what you get in chowder. Made the mistake of cutting one in
half. Still have a tough time-have to have a couple of drinks in me,
and it has to be small enough to be swallowed whole.

Steve Wertz wrote:
>
> I have *never* eaten cottage cheese. Sure - maybe somebody hid it
> between some lasagna noodles (Stouffers, eg), but I have never
> knowingly and with willful disregard, eaten one single curd of
> cottage cheese.


I agree and have wondered about this. Why is it that ricotta and most
other sorts of soft cheeses are fine but cottage cheese is horrible
beyond mention?


--Lia

"Little Malice" > wrote in message
...
> One time on Usenet, "Felice Friese" > said:
>> > In article .com>,
>> > "-L." > wrote:
>> >
>> >> Do you have bad food memories from childhood (or otherwise) that stick
>> >> out in your mind?
>>
>> Oh, yeaaaah!
>>
>> Five-year-old to Mom: "I want a raw oyster!"
>> Mom: "You really wouldn't like it."
>> Five-year-old: "I WANT A RAW OYSTER!"
>> Mom: "OK, but if you put it in your mouth you have to swallow it."
>>
>> It was another 60 or so years before I tried another one.
>
> Oh Felice, you reminded me of a time when I was helping my
> grandparents shuck oysters. I was also about 5, and they insisted
> I eat one raw. I might not have minded so much, except for the sand.
> I'm still not a fan of them raw, but managed to make $1 eating one
> that way as a waitress in high school. The cooks had bet I wouldn't
> do it. Love your story, btw...
> --
> "Little Malice" is Jani in WA
> ~ mom, Trollop, novice cook ~

And you know what? Now I not only eat them but get picky about them: "Let's
see, I'll have a couple of Duxburys, a few Wellfleets ... ."

Felice

Oh pshaw, on Thu 12 Oct 2006 09:53:21a, Julia Altshuler meant to say...

> Steve Wertz wrote:
>>
>> I have *never* eaten cottage cheese. Sure - maybe somebody hid it
>> between some lasagna noodles (Stouffers, eg), but I have never
>> knowingly and with willful disregard, eaten one single curd of cottage
>> cheese.
>
>
> I agree and have wondered about this. Why is it that ricotta and most
> other sorts of soft cheeses are fine but cottage cheese is horrible
> beyond mention?

There was only one cottage cheese I would/could ever eat. A local dairy in
NE Ohio used produce a large curd creamed cottage cheese (cream added), with
pineapple bits mixed in. It was actually delicious. Have never found
anything like it since.

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Wayne Boatwright
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Clinton excuse #15: Hey - I just do what the wife says

After hunting on a steep side hill for many hours I bagged a deer near the
base of a mountain. It was a perfect brain shot, and my dilema afterwards
was, what to do now. It was the afternoon and the person who suppossedly
supplied the sperm for my existance was hunting the ridgeline. I thought
I'd drag the carcass a few hundred yards downhill across a half frozen
stream and fifty foot up to a dirt road then hide it under some brush and
snow, afterwards hiking back to the jeep instead of dragging it five miles
most of it uphill back to the jeep.
Low and behold a neighbor, Brazz Shelmire, came driving past and offered to
take us both home, but not back to the jeep as he was in a car with tire
chains and didn't think it could climb up there. Brazz died several years
ago fighting a tree for home heating fuel with a chainsaw, leaving wife and
children behind. Other than my Grandmother dying it was the saddest news
I'd ever heard from home. He's the only person in the entire Shelmire
family I'd ever genuinely respected. From start to finish he was a man to
stand next to, not behind or in front of.
Together we hoisted the deer into my legal fathers front yard tree to hang
and he left. Daddy dearest came home about three hours after dark thirty
and the only thing that stopped him from ripping me a new one was that deer
hanging in the tree.
Tune in next time and I'll tell you why I wasn't crying because I wasn't
lost in the woods or I'd love to know how to make my diseased Irish
grandmothers creamy fried potatoes, even though she probably wasn't my
grandmother.

In article >,
"Felice Friese" > wrote:

> > In article .com>,
> > "-L." > wrote:
> >
> >> Do you have bad food memories from childhood (or otherwise) that stick
> >> out in your mind?
>
> Oh, yeaaaah!
>
> Five-year-old to Mom: "I want a raw oyster!"
> Mom: "You really wouldn't like it."
> Five-year-old: "I WANT A RAW OYSTER!"
> Mom: "OK, but if you put it in your mouth you have to swallow it."
>
> It was another 60 or so years before I tried another one.
>
> Felice

ROFLMAO!!!

I've never, EVER let a raw oyster past my lips..... ;-D

I'm 44 and intend going to my cremation a raw oyster virgin......
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In article >,
Julia Altshuler > wrote:

> Steve Wertz wrote:
> >
> > I have *never* eaten cottage cheese. Sure - maybe somebody hid it
> > between some lasagna noodles (Stouffers, eg), but I have never
> > knowingly and with willful disregard, eaten one single curd of
> > cottage cheese.
>
>
> I agree and have wondered about this. Why is it that ricotta and most
> other sorts of soft cheeses are fine but cottage cheese is horrible
> beyond mention?
>
>
> --Lia

I adore cottage cheese......
Been known to down an entire 32 oz. carton in 2 meals.

I prefer the small curd.
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In article >,
Steve Wertz > wrote:

> On Thu, 12 Oct 2006 12:53:21 -0400, Julia Altshuler wrote:
>
> > Steve Wertz wrote:
> >>
> >> I have *never* eaten cottage cheese. Sure - maybe somebody hid it
> >> between some lasagna noodles (Stouffers, eg), but I have never
> >> knowingly and with willful disregard, eaten one single curd of
> >> cottage cheese.
> >
> > I agree and have wondered about this. Why is it that ricotta and most
> > other sorts of soft cheeses are fine but cottage cheese is horrible
> > beyond mention?
>
> If it was just curd, I would have eaten it long ago. But when
> it's watery curds like that, no thanks.
>
> I'd have no problem trying it now though. But I have to hold on
> to some food phobias or people may think I'm weird.
>
> -sw

I draw the line at terrestrial bugs. ;-)

Water Crustaceans OTOH......

Annelids and shell-less mollusks are also out.

Food phobias?
Well, I've actually gotten over my aversion to beets, but I also will
not eat raw onions, or any form of bell peppers!

I think we've run threads along these lines?
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Michael "Dog3" Lonergan wrote:

> They bought me a 1073 Pontiac GTO convertible.

1973, right? Sahh-weeet

> To try and make it short; Todd and I had a good start to
> the summer until... I decided to feed him scrambled eggs for breakfast one
> morning. He was probably almost a year old. He blew up like a balloon... He
> couldn't breathe. His face was all red. I desperately tried to reach my
> parents. Couldn't find them. I threw him into the car and went to ER. I was
> told if I had waited any longer Todd would have suffocated because his
> throat was almost swollen shut. He had an egg allergy. I was hysterical by
> the time we got to the hospital. I won't even tell you how I made my
> parents suffer the rest of the summer He outgrew the allergy but to this
> day if you serve him a plate of eggs he basically runs from the table.
> He'll eat eggs in cakes etc. but if he has to look at them he gets ill.
>
> Michael

Good thing they bought you a car!

Wayne Boatwright wrote:
> Oh pshaw, on Thu 12 Oct 2006 09:53:21a, Julia Altshuler meant to
> say...
>
>> Steve Wertz wrote:
>>>
>
> There was only one cottage cheese I would/could ever eat. A local
> dairy in NE Ohio used produce a large curd creamed cottage cheese
> (cream added), with pineapple bits mixed in. It was actually
> delicious. Have never found anything like it since.

It's funny, TFM® and I can't keep cottage cheese in the fridge! We buy two
large containers and we actually almost fight over it.

BTW, Wayne, you can find cottage cheese with pineapple in. I've seen it in
many markets. I think I've seen it with peaches, too.

kili

Dawn wrote:
> -L. wrote:
>
>> It tasted
>> like metal and was dark-colored, and dry. She buttered the bread,
>> spread a tiny bit of tuna on it and then slathered it with cheap Mayo
>> that was really greasy. I still remember the smell and shudder when
>> I think about it.
>
> And then they wonder why kids are picky eaters....
>
> Too much mayo makes me gag, too. What's really revolting is baked tuna
> noodle casserole. The faintest whiff of that will make me hurl.
>

Oh, that tuna noodle casserole! ACK! Did *everyone's* mother make that?
My mom made hers with mayo, egg noodles, tuna, peas, cream of some sort of
soup and sliced hard boiled egg. Atrocious stuff!

kili