I am with you on the above items. My mother made the best liver and onions according to my brother and father. I still can't stand the smell or taste of it, thankfully my mother did not like it either and I got a free pass on eating it.

about the only time by brother and I caught a break, my grandmother (mother's mother) was having medical issues and moved in with us in her late 80s for a while to recover. One evening, she prepared a ham and potato dish from one of my mother's recipes. I loved that stuff. upon loading up my plate, getting settled and prayer was done, I took a big bite and almost threw up back in my plate ... I got a death stare from both my parents ... about that time my brother did the same thing, their focus shifted to him. Then my dad took a bite and the look on his face was priceless , so mom's attention went to him. He looked at her with a WTHeck look, picked up his napkin and proceeded to politely dispense with the food in him mouth into the napkin. He immediately looked over at the kitchen counter to see a small container of Comet sitting beside the pepper shaker. My brother and I followed suite by ridding the food in our mouths into a napkin. We tossed the whole dish in the trash and my grandmother felt really bad ...

Just about everything except Rattle Snake, Beets and Cucumbers.

Wait you don't like the beautiful dirty earthy red blob that has to be pickled to even be eaten?

I used to be really picky growing up (had a sister) but being broke and in college cured me of being really picky. There are somethings I won't eat, but I'll usually try anything once.

You are the first person I've ever known of who would not eat fried onion rings. Heard about chili without beans but never without onions.

My Dad said that to me one time at the table. I popped off and said lets box it up and ship it to them. After his back hand swung I don't remember anything but waking up on the floor with my the back of the chair under me on the ground.

I had one or two of those backhands. They were lightning quick, never saw it coming. Always after a smart a** remark.

I've never been told that I had to eat anything in my life. We either ate it or went or go hungry.

My granddad would rap you on the head with a fork.

Yup...only took a time or two...or three....maybe four...

Same here. We had the option of eating or going hungry.

I could see that

I experienced the same as many of you. You ate what was prepared or went hungry. I hated liver and Lima beans more than anything. Enough mayo would help. Now those two are one of my favorites. No mayo now.
As I grew and traveled I became obsessed with trying strange and weird foods. I have eaten stuff from street carts in Mexico that I still do not know what they were. Now, smell and texture play a big part. I no longer eat fermented sea life. I can’t do the ammonia smell now. I will still try most things once. Most people would who have processed a conk would never eat it, but man is it a delicious.

Fresh cucumbers or pickles also?

Beets! No amount of butter and salt can mask the flavor for me.

I don't ever remember being asked what I wanted to eat when I was growing up. We ate what was prepared for us. I've spent a lot of time in other countries and have tried many dishes that others turned their noses up at but then again I'm adventurous when it comes to new things.