The worst food I ever had to eat

I love milk puddings! Rice, semolina, sago, tapioca…love them all. Apart from rice they mostly seem to have disappeared, though.

My unhappiest memory is of school milk. We had to drink it at school, it wasn’t optional. In the winter, it was brought inside so it didn’t freeze, and I can still mentally taste lukewarm turnip flavoured winter milk. It turns my stomach to think about it, even now.

Many years ago I was staying with my Gran , she was cooking onions in milk and some strange white stuff , it was Grandas treat , I wanted to taste it , both of them said no , I wouldn’t like it , my Mum wouldn’t like me to have it
The more they went on the more I wanted it
I LOVED it !
Tripe and onions

Stuffed heart and cabbage

I must have been lucky. Mine was a not so good secondary modern, but had its' own kitchen. The dinner ladies were brilliant and the food was always very good. The puddings were especially nice - chocolate pudding with chocolate sauce, manchester pudding, lambingtons with pink custard, rice pudding with ambrosia rosehip syrup, trifle, fruit crumbles and custard, spotted dick, roly poly. The only nasty one was once a month we were forced to eat apricots and prunes with custard. Yuk. The prune juice overpowered the apricots and custard.

Adouillette!, always and forever. Surely nothing else could possibly taste or smell that bad 🤮 Closely followed by school puddings of the white lumpy variety, rice pudding and tapioca

When money was tight towards the end of the week, back in the 50's/60's my mum would produce a meal never to be forgotten. Stuffed Ox heart cooked for hours in a pressure cooker with gravy, spuds and carrots - like a thick stew. I can still recall in horror the tubes coming out of it...and the smell was sickening.

No wonder I became a vegetarian not long after...

I loved school dinners. Especially the white sauce we had with battered fish on Fridays, also loved rissoles! I hated swede and broad beans and refused to eat it. Love both now. When I got married my DH loved a roasted heart. I just about managed to cook it but could not bring myself to try it…the things we do for LOVE

I was at school from 1955 and attended several schools. I enjoyed the school dinners in all of them but it seemed to be quite fashionable to express extreme dislike of them. All the dinners were cooked on the premises and I thought they were really tasty.

100 year old eggs at a Chinese wedding in HK

Teaching in Gib my colleagues were appalled that I hadn't had the local delicacy of calentita, they organised a calentita evening for me. It's a thick, tasteless, pancake made with chickpea flour and is the only food that's ever made me retch, I got a huge portion too! A Geordie colleague sneaked a bottle of ketchup from his pocket, It's the only way to get it down he said. 50 years on I still retch at the thought of it!

Just seen that there is a Calantita festival in Gib! They really like it.

Casdon

My unhappiest memory is of school milk. We had to drink it at school, it wasn’t optional. In the winter, it was brought inside so it didn’t freeze, and I can still mentally taste lukewarm turnip flavoured winter milk. It turns my stomach to think about it, even now.

In the 1940s my brother died because of school milk being thawed on the radiators which activated something in the inadequately pasteurised milk.

My strict Muslim friend and I were invited to a special meal in a remote village in Africa.
The food had been cooked some hours before and was stone cold and it appeared to be moving.
It was covered in flies .
My friend grabbed my arm.
I thought that she was either going to pass out or be sick .
Her husband told her to control herself .
We were told that it was snake and monkey .
Soft drinks and whisky were being served .
I gulped down a beaker full of whisky and managed a few mouthfuls and washed it down with more Scotch .
My poor friend couldn't drink alcohol and washed her food down with Coke .

I'm with you Terribull andouillet is disgusting, sadly its a delicacy in the area I live. It's often served with aperos, I have been known to hide it in my handbag rather than eat it.

Laverbread in Swansea.
Squid in Greece.
I hate eating out.

LadyBridgerton

Casdon

My unhappiest memory is of school milk. We had to drink it at school, it wasn’t optional. In the winter, it was brought inside so it didn’t freeze, and I can still mentally taste lukewarm turnip flavoured winter milk. It turns my stomach to think about it, even now.

In the 1940s my brother died because of school milk being thawed on the radiators which activated something in the inadequately pasteurised milk.

Goodness, how awful.

Andouillettes in France - sausages. Tasted like the part of the pig they had come from. It was a local speciality.

Japan on a business trip, we were being hosted by our potential customers in a tempura restaurant, eating from beak to tail feathers. I sipped sake swiftly and hoped for a sale.
School dinners were a breeze!

Without a doubt - faggots 🤢

My Nan used to cook Tripe I never could eat it

Whelks!
The worst school dinner? As a teacher, I chose fish pie-which turned out to be tinned sardines laid in rows under mashed potato. I was grateful that their heads were removed, though the fins and tails weren’t.

Firstly horrible meat at primary school.

Stuffed heart at senior school. The smell of it made me want to heave. No-one was allowed pudding until everyone on the table finished dinner. I was a slow eater and used to sit silently, with tears rolling down my face at first, but soon learnt to eat fast and swallow everything as the older girls on the table would all stare at you till you finished so they could have their revolting tapioca pudding!
Sponge pudding and pink custard was always good.

Firstly horrible meat at primary school.

Gristly horrible meat.
Thanks autocorrect.

Does anyone remember Primary School liver which could have been used to repair your shoes?