Most hated meal growing up.

[TobyC]

Just reading through we are all bloody lucky aren’t we. Food in the cupboard, fridge and freezer ! We take a lot for granted that our grandparents and even parents didn’t have.

I don't take it for granted, I am well aware of how things were for them. "Poor" people these days have new cars and smart phones and they crave more stuff.

 

[TobyC]

My parents were born of the 60s so no rationing-style thrift there. However, food was always seen as an important feature of family life and the evening meal an event. We were exposed to all sorts of foods as soon as we were weaned and picky eating got short shrift.

That said, my mum’s attempts at curries were always dismal. I have memories of limp, oddly-spiced casseroles that I’d push around the plate. Not as grim as some people’s memories in here, I guess.

I was born in the '50's, my parents happened just after WW1, grandparent from the 19th century, there's been a lot of doing without. I grew up on regular simple food, meat and potatoes, rice and beans, I don't remember anything odd, just food.

 

[MPF9]

Herring milts shallow fried in flour with bacon
Mother loved them , if you don’t know , Google “milts”

Hard or Soft. My Mum did the most delicious Soft Roes on toast.

 

[isaiah53]

Growing up we always had a dish called panackalty, every week without fail. It's a north east thing, variations of it all over. Basically it's sliced potato, Corned beef, peas and gravy. My mam was brought up in a pit village and it was common fare, I can't stand the sight or smell of it now.

 

[Tonyschin]

Growing up we always had a dish called panackalty, every week without fail. It's a north east thing, variations of it all over. Basically it's sliced potato, Corned beef, peas and gravy. My mam was brought up in a pit village and it was common fare, I can't stand the sight or smell of it now.

Still have Mam's version of panack now, mind you, its always with corned beef, black pud, sausage, bacon, cubed carrot and potato, plenty of pepper and a very thick gravy, love it.
What about puddings in the corners?

 

[isaiah53]

Still have Mam's version of panack now, mind you, its always with corned beef, black pud, sausage, bacon, cubed carrot and potato, plenty of pepper and a very thick gravy, love it.
What about puddings in the corners?

Your panackalty sounds a bit more exotic than the one I grew up with . No amount of puddings will make me want it though

 

[The Geordie Shaver]

Growing up we always had a dish called panackalty, every week without fail. It's a north east thing, variations of it all over. Basically it's sliced potato, Corned beef, peas and gravy. My mam was brought up in a pit village and it was common fare, I can't stand the sight or smell of it now.

My other half comes from a Durham mining family with Welsh roots .
Her version is very bland , bacon , sliced potatoes and onions .
I suffer it in silence , she seems to like it though .

 

[N0ggie]

My most hated meal I had when I was a kid is not really a dish, it was an actual solitary meal. My mum wanted me & my bro to eat more vegetables. So on serving our tea one night she disguised some parsnips as potato chips. Carefully cut into chip shapes.
These didn't go down well with me & my bro & the mental trauma it produced re-wired my brain into hating parsnips for a good 30 years.
These days roasted parsnips, slightly caramelised on the edges are great, I can't get enough of them!

Also I hated just about every school dinner. Aged about 8 or 9 I would really fear dinnertime at school. The smell of the canteen turned my stomach & if I ever smell a similar smell even today I am transported back to those dark days. Anything with swede, turnips, sprouts or for dessert, pink custard were the killers for me.
We had to clear our own plates but the dinner ladies had to inspect if we had eaten enough but I had got the art of dodging these folks down to a tee so I could scoop the lot into the bin.
On the rare occasions I got caught I would be forced to sit in front of the meal until I had eaten it. All my mates were out in the playground, peering in the window to see what was going on & I would sit there on my own in the canteen with the meal in front of me like on a hunger strike and miss the playtime. Under the gaze of the strolling dinner lady, arms behind her back. That was torture!

 

[Nishy]

Tarka daal. Still don't like it now.

 

[Rufusdog]

Reminds me of when I worked in the mines, we were given tripe and onions to eat at the end of shift. Not bad when you’re really hungry and nothing else is on offer, but don’t think I could down much of it today if I had an alternative.

 

[efsk]

Hated liver. Like the stuff now. Hated buttermilk, too, still hate the stuff. Hated coffee, can't survice without it since over three decades.

 

[The Geordie Shaver]

I know it’s not a meal but in our family in a box of chocolates you used to get coffee creams , no one ate them , they were hated , either the dog got them or they went in the bin with the otherwise empty box .

 

[chazt]

For me it’s shellfish. Blech...

 

[SeanC]

Beetroot. Even the smell is enough to make me wretch

 

[Ian.mal]

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