My childhood avoidance was fairly cliché: steamed lima beans. The wrinkly texture of the rubbery skin, the pale mush inside, and the faintly bitter taste — I would gag trying to get them down. I would swallow a big bite, then drink a glass of milk, and go spit everything out in the bathroom. I would also make a game of quietly and unobtrusively nudging each individual lima bean underneath my plate, smushing it under the bottom.
My husband's one food avoidance was rather more dramatic. He worked as a temp one summer in high school, and for one day was sent to a Sloppy Joes canned meat factory in Virginia. He worked there for precisely one day and has never touched Sloppy Joes since.
What about you? What are your worst childhood memories of food?
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