My family was out west in either Wyoming or South Dakota, but we tried the so-called Yellowstone Oysters. Buffalo balls. I wouldn't touch them, but the rest of my family ate 'em up.
It was the fourth grade. I had just made my way through the food line in the cafeteria. I was so excited because it was popcorn chicken day, all I wanted to do was sit down at the wood table and devour the food in front of me. I started to make small talk with a friend sitting beside me. I then picked up a piece of popcorn chicken, and took a bite. To my shock there was barely any meat in the chicken. I looked down in horror at the other half. I saw the greasy slimy fat that had taken over the meat, the purple veins that I had just digested, and the thick red blood that laid in the chicken. I was repulsed, and disgusted. I screamed in fear, and took and oath that I would never eat popcorn chicken again.
Part of my family is traditional Native Alaskan and at the large dinners, there are always traditional Alaskan foods. One of the most unappetizing desserts I have tried was a seal oil and berry mix. Apparently it is an acquired taste though, because my relatives loved it.
Definitely oyster. Raw. Oyster, even the name of it sounds nauseous as I fall into the chunk of jellyfish. It is not like jello but something beyond that. At the first bite, juice exploded out with odd, fishy and unpleasant smell. Like lots of people eat sushi, Koreans enjoy eating oyster raw. It is healthy I know, but not an enjoyable memory I had. Its squashiness and mushiness are like chewing the gum that someone spat out after the sweetness went away. I may try again 10 years later, but not right now. Its fishiness still remains alive in my mouth.
Eating Pig liver is the worst experience of my life. Uncooked liver is bloody and soft. It will be cut into small pieces before cooking. You can see liver is filled by blood, and even you can smell the blood. After about 15 minutes of cooking, liver becomes brown even black. Unfortunately, many of my family members loved it. However, I would never try it again.
Around 3 months ago my grandma was getting ready to feed her outrageously spoiled dog, Lola. To my astonishment she took a cow’s tongue out of the refrigerator. She quickly put it in the microwave and stared straight at my dumbfounded face. I hesitated to ask her what I was, but before I could she already had a spoonful ready for me. After a couple minutes of reluctance, I finally urged myself to try it. 20 seconds later it was in the toilet with the rest of my food from dinner. From then on I have never helped feed my grandma’s dog again.
My first and last time of eating a dog was when I was eight years old. As soon as the chicken meat – or what I thought was to be a chicken meat – went into my mouth and was chewed, I instantly tasted something new. It was something new and bad. It smelled like a dog that hadn’t taken a bath for months, and indeed, it was a dog. My uncle laughed as soon as he saw my face getting crumpled. He tricked me because I hated eating dogs and also hated people who eat dogs. And that was the last moment for my uncle to be my uncle.
To be quite honest, I have never eaten any food that I would consider to be too unusual. However, one dish that I have never truly enjoyed is gizzard. Perhaps it is the slimy, lumpy texture, or maybe it was the fact that I could never actually chew the food, but rather it would simply slither down my throat forcing my gag reflexes to act up and thus, nearly making myself throw up. Whatever the reason may have been, I have never and perhaps will never be able to eat, or even touch, another gizzard again.
The Indic Turtle Soup is the grossest thing I’ve ever tasted in my life. I ate this abomination in an Indic seafood restaurant in my city and it became an inerasable nightmare of my childhood. The soup is made of turtle and some unknown Indian ingredients which looked like dark leaves, fish bone, animal hairs and snake skins. Surprisingly, when the hot soup first occurred in front of me, it didn’t smell bad. As a naïve eight year old boy I was defeated by my curiosity so I had my first scoop. The taste was a mixture of turtle smell and Chinese medicine. I couldn’t have this disgusting liquid stay in my mouth any longer so I spited them all out. I ended up washing my mouth again and again to get rid of the horrible smell in the restroom that day.
While I was on a trip visiting the Mayas Lacandones, in Chiapas, Mexico they invite me and my father to eat dinner at their house. The first plates were pretty good, they were some kind of tacos and usual food that Mexicans eat, but the last dish was totally different. It was a cream soup, made out of a tree’s fruit. Personally I don’t like a lot soups but this one was horrendous. The worse thing is that I had to eat it all because obviously I would have ate it, it would have been very disrespectful. So there I am, eating that creamy milky soup made out of a tree until I finish it.
At Culver’s salad bar, there is a box of dark green spheres. I tried them with my friends during one of the weekends, and I have to say: The olive is the grossest food I have ever had. When I first looked at the olive, I assumed it would taste like carrots or other natural vegetables. So without hesitating, I put an olive into my mouth. The next thing I remembered was that my face was totally twisted, my eyes were squeezed together. The strong saltiness of the olive reminded me of rubber. After getting over the first shock of saltiness, the sourness of the olive darted from my mouth to my nose, smelling like chemical acids.
Since I am Chinese, I've been exposed to a lot of strange Chinese food. Most of the foods I'm okay with, except the poultry. Some people like to cook whole birds with everything still attached, including the head. One look at the pointy beak and dead eyes of a duck is enough to ruin my appetite.
I remember one time when I was in middle school, and my brothers and I had a nanny to watch us after school. Both my parents have full time jobs, so Mrs. Robin was in charge of us three, the food, and cleaning. Lokking back on our days wiht her, my whole family vividly remember her cooking. Let me tell you, it wasn't the greatest. She was notoriously known for taking whatever food she could find in the house, mixing it together, and then putting it into casserole form. I don't even like casseroles to begin with, so this meal was pushing it. We came to the table, and laid out in front of us was a bagel casserole. Yes, it is just as gross as it sounds. Old assorted bagels, soggy from the juice, mixed with random vegetables, and sprinkled with cheese. None of us wanted to even touch it, we just sat there looking at each other until we came up with a good excuse not to eat the disgusting casserole in front of us.
I was doing homework in my room last night, when three guys barged in, all with huge grins on their faces. One was holding a small container labeled “Pollen.” They insisted that I eat some of it, because it tasted delicious and was very healthy. I had never previously heard of anyone eating pollen, but I thought I’d give it a try. I tilted my head back, opened my mouth, and poured hundreds of the tiny yellow and brown particles into my mouth. Right as the pollen made contact with my tongue, I knew I had made a terrible mistake. The three pranksters were all on the ground laughing hysterically, and I made a run for the bathroom, throwing up the repulsive food.
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My family was out west in either Wyoming or South Dakota, but we tried the so-called Yellowstone Oysters. Buffalo balls. I wouldn't touch them, but the rest of my family ate 'em up.
It was the fourth grade. I had just made my way through the food line in the cafeteria. I was so excited because it was popcorn chicken day, all I wanted to do was sit down at the wood table and devour the food in front of me. I started to make small talk with a friend sitting beside me. I then picked up a piece of popcorn chicken, and took a bite. To my shock there was barely any meat in the chicken. I looked down in horror at the other half. I saw the greasy slimy fat that had taken over the meat, the purple veins that I had just digested, and the thick red blood that laid in the chicken. I was repulsed, and disgusted. I screamed in fear, and took and oath that I would never eat popcorn chicken again.
Part of my family is traditional Native Alaskan and at the large dinners, there are always traditional Alaskan foods. One of the most unappetizing desserts I have tried was a seal oil and berry mix. Apparently it is an acquired taste though, because my relatives loved it.
Definitely oyster. Raw. Oyster, even the name of it sounds nauseous as I fall into the chunk of jellyfish. It is not like jello but something beyond that. At the first bite, juice exploded out with odd, fishy and unpleasant smell. Like lots of people eat sushi, Koreans enjoy eating oyster raw. It is healthy I know, but not an enjoyable memory I had. Its squashiness and mushiness are like chewing the gum that someone spat out after the sweetness went away. I may try again 10 years later, but not right now. Its fishiness still remains alive in my mouth.
Eating Pig liver is the worst experience of my life. Uncooked liver is bloody and soft. It will be cut into small pieces before cooking. You can see liver is filled by blood, and even you can smell the blood. After about 15 minutes of cooking, liver becomes brown even black. Unfortunately, many of my family members loved it. However, I would never try it again.
Around 3 months ago my grandma was getting ready to feed her outrageously spoiled dog, Lola. To my astonishment she took a cow’s tongue out of the refrigerator. She quickly put it in the microwave and stared straight at my dumbfounded face. I hesitated to ask her what I was, but before I could she already had a spoonful ready for me. After a couple minutes of reluctance, I finally urged myself to try it. 20 seconds later it was in the toilet with the rest of my food from dinner. From then on I have never helped feed my grandma’s dog again.
My first and last time of eating a dog was when I was eight years old. As soon as the chicken meat – or what I thought was to be a chicken meat – went into my mouth and was chewed, I instantly tasted something new. It was something new and bad. It smelled like a dog that hadn’t taken a bath for months, and indeed, it was a dog. My uncle laughed as soon as he saw my face getting crumpled. He tricked me because I hated eating dogs and also hated people who eat dogs. And that was the last moment for my uncle to be my uncle.
To be quite honest, I have never eaten any food that I would consider to be too unusual. However, one dish that I have never truly enjoyed is gizzard. Perhaps it is the slimy, lumpy texture, or maybe it was the fact that I could never actually chew the food, but rather it would simply slither down my throat forcing my gag reflexes to act up and thus, nearly making myself throw up. Whatever the reason may have been, I have never and perhaps will never be able to eat, or even touch, another gizzard again.
I wonder, has anyone been surprised by something they thought was gross, but actually really enjoyed it? Just curious.
The Indic Turtle Soup is the grossest thing I’ve ever tasted in my life. I ate this abomination in an Indic seafood restaurant in my city and it became an inerasable nightmare of my childhood. The soup is made of turtle and some unknown Indian ingredients which looked like dark leaves, fish bone, animal hairs and snake skins. Surprisingly, when the hot soup first occurred in front of me, it didn’t smell bad. As a naïve eight year old boy I was defeated by my curiosity so I had my first scoop. The taste was a mixture of turtle smell and Chinese medicine. I couldn’t have this disgusting liquid stay in my mouth any longer so I spited them all out. I ended up washing my mouth again and again to get rid of the horrible smell in the restroom that day.
While I was on a trip visiting the Mayas Lacandones, in Chiapas, Mexico they invite me and my father to eat dinner at their house. The first plates were pretty good, they were some kind of tacos and usual food that Mexicans eat, but the last dish was totally different. It was a cream soup, made out of a tree’s fruit. Personally I don’t like a lot soups but this one was horrendous. The worse thing is that I had to eat it all because obviously I would have ate it, it would have been very disrespectful. So there I am, eating that creamy milky soup made out of a tree until I finish it.
At Culver’s salad bar, there is a box of dark green spheres. I tried them with my friends during one of the weekends, and I have to say: The olive is the grossest food I have ever had. When I first looked at the olive, I assumed it would taste like carrots or other natural vegetables. So without hesitating, I put an olive into my mouth. The next thing I remembered was that my face was totally twisted, my eyes were squeezed together. The strong saltiness of the olive reminded me of rubber. After getting over the first shock of saltiness, the sourness of the olive darted from my mouth to my nose, smelling like chemical acids.
Since I am Chinese, I've been exposed to a lot of strange Chinese food. Most of the foods I'm okay with, except the poultry. Some people like to cook whole birds with everything still attached, including the head. One look at the pointy beak and dead eyes of a duck is enough to ruin my appetite.
I remember one time when I was in middle school, and my brothers and I had a nanny to watch us after school. Both my parents have full time jobs, so Mrs. Robin was in charge of us three, the food, and cleaning. Lokking back on our days wiht her, my whole family vividly remember her cooking. Let me tell you, it wasn't the greatest. She was notoriously known for taking whatever food she could find in the house, mixing it together, and then putting it into casserole form. I don't even like casseroles to begin with, so this meal was pushing it. We came to the table, and laid out in front of us was a bagel casserole. Yes, it is just as gross as it sounds. Old assorted bagels, soggy from the juice, mixed with random vegetables, and sprinkled with cheese. None of us wanted to even touch it, we just sat there looking at each other until we came up with a good excuse not to eat the disgusting casserole in front of us.
I was doing homework in my room last night, when three guys barged in, all with huge grins on their faces. One was holding a small container labeled “Pollen.” They insisted that I eat some of it, because it tasted delicious and was very healthy. I had never previously heard of anyone eating pollen, but I thought I’d give it a try. I tilted my head back, opened my mouth, and poured hundreds of the tiny yellow and brown particles into my mouth. Right as the pollen made contact with my tongue, I knew I had made a terrible mistake. The three pranksters were all on the ground laughing hysterically, and I made a run for the bathroom, throwing up the repulsive food.
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