For me it is hog maws, chitterlings and pig feet. In our household you had to eat what your parents cooked or you didn't eat. I haven't had any of those things since moving out of my parents home.
Chicken liver. My little sister loved it, so we would try to create distractions and put it on her plate when our parents weren't looking.
My parents catered to my picky eating, but I used to eat pickled beets and margarine out of the tub. Eww.
Meat. I was raised on it, but I find it disgusting to kill and eat the carcasses of my fellow animals. So now I am a happy vegetarian.
good for you!
Pickled beets. F that S.
@Shelton you are a fortunate son.
i like pickled beets
I shudder just typing this.... Spanish rice.
@JustLynnie
To each their own. I won't touch the stuff with a brick!
Wax beans, lima beans, and anything my parents attempted to cook. I learned to cook at an early age just so I didn't have to subject myself to shoe leather chicken or lumpy 'gravy' over toast. Now I love to cook. So it worked out well for me.
Head cheese. I was fooled once.
I literally have ''goose bumps,'' reading that. Poor you!
Stuffed beef heart! We were poor...organ meats (heart, liver and (shiver here) tongue) were on the table at least once a week.
@Gooniesnvrdie PUKE....(she says, delicately)
Sardines, potted meat spread, liver and onions, cow tongue, kidney pie, or anything kidney, canned tamales, beets, vienna sausages.